Explained The Mystery

I look up from the well round in surprise is my mouth it's smooth end floods the silence my hand to you is my birth right. Leaning in out over the edge sinking down out of sight close to mine. If I left unwarranted clues concerning my dues, left to you and what when we met to me I had then appears now I've left all to you. The length of time and night's without end by some was all that I'd have. Now all I have left is now knowing you can't explain to them what they have now found, while knowing you can't come here and join me it's dark, cold and wet, where I am. My eyes drink it in It's not love that they've found but an end to some means that is yours.