I seek you out in times of need,
Hoping you will fill me as I drink.
Then I inquire as to why,
I only come to you when I cry.
The depth of your echo is always near;
I need not rely on you only in fear.
As I learn to surround myself with your taste,
There ceases to be all reason for haste.
May I learn to absorb you,
All of you...whom are Well.
Guide me, -- no! -- teach me to satiate my spells.
Those of you carefree and at peace,
Dear Well, please quench this thirst for grief!
I am coming to find your ways can also be mine.
Amongst your ways I now ascribe...
To The Well.
