The wishing well

Can the wind stay still?
Would a blessing ever practise free will?
Could a wish be drowning in a well?
Maybe those sinking coins can tell.
……………………………………………………………………………………….
As the music rings
Like a circus bell,
The beat takes over
And like hypnosis
Seduces the senses
Afar from the illusions of hell
With thoughts meandering around a whirlpool
The same as when
Drawing water
From the depths of a wishing well
Pennies, gold, silver or coins
Well, a wish is all that’s left
To fulfil a wish at times.

 

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