Fountains Of Youth Poem by Ghost Legend

If we drink from the beautiful water,
Does it still run still?
Or is there a chance it loses something,
As you're being fulfilled?

Fountains of youth gravitate toward us:
Dreams within a dream.
Mountains do not levitate islands-
They seem to let off steam.

Someone said, 'If you keep pulling at a thread,
You'll watch the whole thing unravel.'
Family's ripe with people building it,
A tight-knit castle.

When the water flushes downward,
Statues turn to marble.
Amid the downpour, the ruckus,
Feet are made bare by gravel.

Fountains of youth gravitate toward us:
Dreams within a dream.
Mountains do not levitate islands-
They seem to let off steam.

I'll be there to see,
Where this leads,
If only alone,
Under trees.