Why do wishes come in threes?
Well-pennies, genies and lamps
Bear honest witness to seize
Apathy out of love cramps.
Since I cannot begin to hear
The answers in my own head,
I have to speak, I do fear,
These thoughts chock-filled with dread.
These three things, then, I must say,
Whether they’re wanted or not,
For truth must win out each day;
It’s time to give it a shot.
Before I profess the whole
Of what is within my heart,
It is an important goal
To have actors play their part.
So, now it’s time to begin
The end of all hopeless lies.
Will the play end without sin,
Or within another guise?
Three simple things to be said,
Let me start with number one,
That truth is already dead
Murdered by those who now shun.
Which leads me to number two,
A treacherous fact indeed,
That often what gets to you,
Aren\'t the things that make you bleed.
Now, with not a moment’s pause,
Comes the cold number three.
What is gone is without cause,
And that has imprisoned me.