Wishing Well

I have

A story,

A secret

Do you wish to know?

Do you desire me to tell?

Give me a wish

Not for me, 

For you

What do you wish?

When you look up to the sky,

What do you wish?

When you’re living everyday life,

What do you wish?

When you desire a change,

Anyone, anything,

What do you wish?

Do you desire gold at your fingertips?

An incarnation of Midas?

Do you wish for an infinite cornucopia,

Never wanting for food or drink?

No?

How strange

Most would desire the first

Unless you do but you want more

Hmm

Do you wish for power?

Forever leaving your mark on the world,

Everyone around you affected by you?

The commander of the world,

Royalty on its throne

But you shake your head!

You do not wish for wealth,

For a never-ending cornucopia,

Or power?

You are different, a change

Whether you’re a welcome one,

That shall be determined

Well, then

What do you wish for?

Control over your worst enemy?

A hidden island?

An unstoppable poison?

For your desired one to fall in love with you?

Ah, you blink at that!

So you wish for your lover

An unrequited love?

How pitiful, how sad

Very well, I shall-

Yet you shake your head!

How strange, how peculiar

Tell me, then, strange creature

You have the world at your hands

What do you wish for?

(A space, of course, as the strange creature speaks)

What?

Of all things, you desire that?

What a fool

Why ask for that?

Why wish for that?

Very well, you stupid creature

I shall give you your wish

(Idiotic buffoon)

What I would wish for,

Out of anything and everything in the world,

Is 

Nothing

I can see your shock, strange creature

And your outrage

You believe you have been tricked

I have not tricked you

And neither has anyone else

You have tricked yourself, strange creature

I gave you several chances

To take your dreams into reality

Yet you turned each one down

That was your own choice

And now you ask how

How can I want nothing?

Well, that is simple, strange creature

I am a giver of wishes

Which is more than I can say

For the rest of my kin

You see, strange creature

I was given life,

When others were not

And so every sweep of wind,

Every blow of breeze,

I embrace

Every scent, enticing or not,

I take in

With every sight I see, whether dark and gloomy

Or bright and full of light,

I am satisfied

You may look at me incredulously

After all, you take those simple pleasures for granted

But,

If you ever tried

To close your eyes

And just breathe,

You would understand

And now you look at me,

With something alike to pity

For I know nothing of fame or being rich

I know nothing of the thirst for knowledge

Of adventure and courage

And of lust and love

I know nothing of greed or pride

I know nothing

Nothing, but the simple pleasures in life

And that is enough

Enough for me

After all,

What more can a giver of wishes ask for,

When you’re a Wishing Well like me?

And so that is my story, my secret

I hope you enjoyed

And that you take my counsel to heart

For though I know nothing of 

Those thousands upon thousands of books

And those fine goblets and cutlery

That delectable food that you eat without thinking

And though I know nothing

Of finery and finesse

Of riches and lovers

I know enough, 

Far more than you

For I am a Wishing Well

And nothing will do