I seek a well, looking for water to drink.
My emotions guide my hands to the rope.

I listen for ripples, as the pulley rotates.
I await my bucket to fill.

My feelings lie, I believe them to quench my thirst.
I raise nothing to my lips, remaining parched.

Emotions attack my feelings, as I defend the lie.
My emotions no longer guide my hands.

My feelings still lie. The pulley breaks and rope falls.
This well is empty I tell myself.

I will look for another well, I feel it will be here soon.

My feelings lie.