The Pool

I stood thinking of you, At a sparkling fountain. It was in a mall, Not an island, nor a mountain. And a wish cost but a penny. God only if that could be true. Then, I'd be standing by your side, And your side beside me too. And I pondered staring into that pool. Aware of people staring, aware of people walking by, aware they were uncaring. And it didn't matter if it were foolish, it didn't matter if it were sought meaningless. And it damn well didn't matter to me if I made this wish left penniless. So, I threw it all, all the change I had. Even if the medal scarred the skies. If it could just come true, and you'd be with me... the stars inside your eyes. Then the scorn would be worth it, and I could handle all of the cruel. And I will be waiting for you, my darlings, by this simple sparkling pool.