Analysis of Truth Is A Well

Truth is a well so gorgeous to the eyes,
In whatever heart you put it, the glistening arrives,
Until lies are spun like a spider’s web that cries,
Because the silk is causing a series of wives.

The land is green, greener than the word godliness,
Stranger than darkness, conceived by godly charm;
It is a river of substance, offering mighty fogginess,
In the words of the caressing water so warm.

Water has a drift and speed of epic proportions,
True liquids delve into beauty and ghosts of friendship;
We are water, you are clay, and we all are abortions,
Such was our stay, such was the episode of headship.

We exist on equal terms of propulsions and revulsions,
The ship is near, the heart is further from the truth;
When the vacant vessel enters the harbour we have compulsions,
The ship resents a being or ending, for it is called Youth.