where looms my heirloom
which lore tale of story has my shore
what fountain contains my bounty
of lifelong happiness?
has my proverbial ship
sailed and I missed it?
Is the sand but dust the sea just water?
The sun just light?
The hopes only dreams?
Our my pursuits only vain
my promises  meant nothing.
The knife I sank in my chest
just a metaphor?
Ah
there lies the theme,
the juxtaposition, the irony,
of wishes in a fountain ,
go on, throw that quarter
in there....