Oh wishing washing wishing well,
my wish to you, I wish to tell!

Before I speak, you spoke as-well,
“What is that retched stank, your smell!”

I ask, I yell, “How do you mean?”
Today I washed! See I am clean!?

“You see, I saw, what you have seen,
burdens—you have, your soul—unclean!

how can you wish at the well—but,
not wash the well, from comes, your thought!?”

“Tis, you say, a stupid pool!
trapped in brick, are you a fool?

Can’t you see that I am free?
From boundaries—which hold you, a detainee!”

“My boundaries are physical, I’m free in thought,
yours are mental, you yourself, brought.”