It’s simple to fall down a well
and just as easy for nobody to know you’re down there,
to figure that maybe you’d just had enough
of small town life
and had left for the city without telling a soul.
You could even pack up and go
to the city without leaving a forwarding address
or a note to tell folks what you’d done.
They’d just reckon you fell down a well.
Either way, your old life is at an end.
You’d be survived by an assumption.
