Bitter Well
One elusive dream
simple in its way
seems ever to edge closer
to the light of day
And yet the ghostly apparatus
which delivered such request
seems now in its torment
to be nothing more than a jest
Where did hope in the harmony
of a world of promises go?
How did we believe so easily
In what we could not know?
Still the only things left are the pieces
of a broken wheel and a bitter well
So drink to the future that teases
as they sing the song that no longer compels
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