Reality well told

Amidst the mundane pursuits
of exploration, witnessed
wells of depth, not well placed
whose interconnects paved the path

for sinking with unyielding pride
clouded by scrambled figments
of psychic frames of information
got by circumnavigating wells

inside, toads leapt forward to get heard
told their vast realities to convince
their foes hanging on ropes
welcome so far, beauty lies still beneath.

boasting his rope skills well above, the master
stood unscathed, seen good wells in good will
proactive, swift motions kept toads away
from well-trained pet foes.

many realities faded with each new well,
versions of reality told by humpty toads
filled the gaps, nothing was real
for the foes, who heard a lot.

toads were often proud, of blueness
they could see, on different heights,
where foes came from,
to delude their visions of height.

foes held high their rope,
insisted on longer ones on every jump
depth marked their wealth
number of familiar toads in well, as well.

some masters looked more tranquil
they knew progress is a fake word,
well-built for rope makers and foes,
for serenity was all they had, to offer.

some pensive foes didn't submit
misguiding realities caused havoc,
but being a toad might give them a version,
not being one, put them in vacuum.