if i had a well
to wish upon
and a thousand pennies
to toss
i'd cover the hole
leave the change to rust
if i had a tear to shed
and at this point
it seems
that i don't
i would bottle it up
and one day 
break that glass
if i had visions
inside me
i'd write them down
incomplete and
choke on the finish line
if i had a dime
for every time
i felt alone
i'd still be collecting
and i like to be alone
because it's
all i have
and believe