Wellspring
It comes from silence
It tastes too sweet
It needs the bitter
To be complete
Can there be a wellspring that flows
Twisted limbs
Empty seats
Soaked in fun
Bathed in peace
Can there be a wellspring that flows
My ego, my ego, my ego, my heart I pined
Breathe in, breathe out
Build up, tear down
Look in, see out
Retreat, take ground
Can there be a wellspring that flows
My ego, my ego, my ego, my heart I pined
Writer/s: Robert Biles
