The Story I Must Tell Poem by Pinaki Dewan

You are always round the corner,
Smiling to yourself painfully,
And I can never reach that end,
No matter what I say to me.

By the hall is an old shop,
I enter there to have a drink,
I always come out falteringly,
But fall I only into me!

And the well is deep, I can't
Run into life again, I'm scared;
I still wonder why I dared,
It's not coming to a stop.

The birds cry now, the lilies think,
The sun falls into a new order:
What is it that you really want?
Tell me now if you are my friend.

But I guess you are not my friend,
I don't know anyone who is;
Is this the story I must tell,
The story of eternal bliss?

I hope something rings a bell.