I can see a patch of sky but it is far, faraway, You see, I have always lived under, in my deep, and darkest well. It is full of woes, yet it is my pillow on which I doze. I try to climb, but slip down after a mere two tries, And then I settle back and time slips by. Yet I wonder what's it like out up there? I read and hear, and think to go one day. The well is dark but familiar. Without the light, I know the lay. Sometimes the twinkling stars will beckon me, sometimes the cotton wisps will with me play. I feel I should scale the wall, you never know, I might one day! Then I turn away. You see the shadows, in my well? Yes....it holds me tight, and cloaks the light, And in my well, I mostly stay.
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