A thousand years I’ll spend chasing
A thousand years too long
I’ll spend my entire life running
But you are already gone

You turn and pause a second
Just to taunt my wandering heart
And you vanish soundlessly
Amidst the murky trail

You leave petals in your tracks
I think to show the way
Instead they lead to a campfire
Inside it, I see your face

Along the puzzling course
I see a wishing well
Inside I cry in desperate hope
For freedom from her dreadful curse

I plead the cistern to commence its task
But it does not send a response
I hurl a shout of anguish
To the listeners around

In my arousing brokenness
I feel my legs give
The evil force of gravity
Takes hold of my rotting corpse

Plummeting into the wishing well
I turn around to see
Your pitiless face smiling
Enjoying my despair

Yet the same face that haunts me
Is the same face that warms me
And that face I will be chasing
Once I leave the wishing well