A little frog in a deep barren well, lost, restive, he croaks to himself, the ringing hollowness, his only friend echoes of his own voice, his only foe. He hops and limps, then falls bereaved, long unforgiving walls, why don't they yield? Drops of rain and hope, the fall enervates spiraling unending walls, why don't they help? The fish-eyed night sky offers only a glimpse, glimmering ominous stars, why don't they reveal? Reveal to him the sorrow of emptiness, so he can cry and make peace with his fate. Reveal to him the joy of unwavering silence, so he can unburden his soul of many a scream.