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.”