Friday, May 31, 2013

Fountain Dreamer

There is a figure still standing there
Get to know the time you spare
All this talk of throwing wishes into wells
Only working if the coin sells
Such desire as the coin begins to fall
As if the money can see it all 
The water in the well distorts the dream
Does each ripple help it gleam
All I see is a dream forsaken
As each and every piece of metal is taken
Once the stream begins to cloud the vision
There's unnecessary urgency in the decision
And as the coin lands on either side
There's a sense as if the fountain couldn't have lied

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