Frog in a Wishing Well

What’s the boundless life to a frog,
Divine in its wishing well alone?Never to see the sun or moon,But sulk on that illusory throne?

Frog in a dried up wishing well,
What draws you to this crumbling home?
Here you dwell in an opened cell,
Why snare yourself in woe?

So raw in your angst of a larger sky,
Too faint to leap to greater heights,
Dread the world you can’t perceive,
A coward you are, a coward you’ll be.