The Well

I feel so restless, I’m always on edge

I've nowhere to go, my options are few

There's a downward spiral, I'm on the ledge

Take my hand and I'll pull you down, too

I look at myself, an expressionless face

With eyes so dark that no one could see

There's a stairwell that leads to an empty place

Stay here and I'll take you down with me

There's a twisted path where weeds have grown

With dark, murky waters to walk through

It's a descending maze and I travel alone

Let me go or I'll bring you down, too

There are many things I'll never make right

There's a jar full of memories, some only confuse

It's a deep, dark well with no end in sight

I float on the bottom, along with my muse