Oh thirsty boy…
Thrown himself in the well
Learned how to drink
Until his belly would swell
Oh thirsty boy…
At the the bottom he stands
greedy for more
Scarring his hands
Oh thirsty boy…
Does not try to climb
Rather dig through the mud
Seeking water in the grime
Oh thirsty man…
He knows where he’s been
He’s still there now
To far down this hole of sin…
“Why… Oh. Why was there no grates, no walls, no barrier to entry. Seek and you shall find, so why has no one shut the doors…. I look up defeated, my hands to bruised to climb.”