well wishes

you took it all and never gave.
I'd rather save my penny for a rainy-er day,
than to melt in your warmth that won't stay, just play.
so I anticipate.
test my fate.
leave my umbrella at home
for it is but bait.
like wishing for water when I'm deep in the well
indeed, I already fell.
but it's nice down here
in the pit of fear
and I am not afraid.
it is here where the best realities are made...
when all thought of fear does forever fade.