Why do I continue to return
to the same dry wells.
Never, there, has my thirst ever
been quenched.

The steam rises,
the river bed swells.
The cards are on the table
and everything is drenched. 

Why do I constantly return?
Stay! the big mouth yells.
This time, I walk away,
my heart is wrenched.

The narrative has changed,
the way the story tells.
My soul,
it is entrenched. 

I am leaving,
silencing the bells.