Meet me at the Well

Meet me at the well,
so many stories to tell
While filling our canteens....

Bring all your ripened truths,
we'll make what we've brought
into sandwiches,
cut off the crusts
then deep fry,
dip em in ranch
make it palatable for the mass consciousness...

We'll pack em into our sacks
bring em back
into our respective societies,
Like a momma bird,
we'll have to predigest
this raw knowledge-
then stuff it into the mouths
Of those who hunger,
but so afraid to try out their wings
forgotten the way to the eternal spring.

And when my canteen gets dry,
I may ask for a drink,
from what you've seen
the way you think,
the words you speak...
After all it is from the same stream...

Cause we all get tired on this journey,
often wonder if it's even worth it,
But to know there are others
walking the same road
makes it easier to go along,
Keep each other strong...

My shoulders are broad,
there's a lot a can carry
if you get tired,
your soul gets weary...
then walk with me,
I can carry an extra bag or two
it is worth it for your company...

My vision is narrow
i can only see
that one day we will all go
to the well together...
Until then,
i will depend
on chosen friends
who have been there too,
Drank from these forgotten truths
remind me that it takes a while
for something like that
to be back in style....