The Wishing Well

I've been venturing back Venturing close, So close, Too close To the Wishing Well I was far away and forgetful They say ignorance Is the only true bliss I danced with the grass and I slept in fields of flowers My thoughts rarely turned To the Wishing Well But the clouds rolled over And the sun hid away A breeze chilled my heart The flowers less vibrant, The grass less green, My thoughts had returned To the Wishing Well And I run my hand Over wet jagged rocks And I sit on the edge Peering down down down And I scream down in To the Wishing Well These days I can't seem To stay away It's calling it's begging A mysterious beckoning void So I turn my back on the meadow And I want to jump back in To the Wishing Well