Frog In The Well

My days flit by

the nights just melt

into the sky

that rises with the sun;

But there's no dew

on my window sill;

In my home, or in my dreams

there is no one.

If I climb up two feet,

I slide down one

and all my smiles

are empty of fun,

I am the frog in the well

with no story to tell;

I am the mirror and the reflection.

If I wake up to the toll

Of chapel bells lone

I fall asleep to just the same;

My woes stay in my soul

unwrapped,

My story wont be worth any fame.

Some may come

but many depart,

All actors of a supporting cast;

They make a mark

carve their initials in my bark,

Then the sap bleeds and the

memory fades,

the traveller has long forgotten my shade.

If I will for freedom

I entwine in life more

and drown deeper in the mirage

of the shore,

I am the frog in the well

who can't swim in the sea;

I am the fault recurring for eternity.