Waters Of Time

There seemed to be a time I could remember anything real about myself,
But that was some time ago.
Now my days I spend trolling the waters of an ageless well hidden in the uncharted mountains deep in the depths below.
How us explorers thought we had uncovered the holy grail.
What's left of them will tell you that our treasure seeking brought us to this curse.
If I was told this isn't my hell I would reply it couldn't be worse.
As I recall the past when we drew near this infernal place unholy.
This desirable thirst that came upon us, making me ravenous for the waters we would surely drink.
Even now as i speak the thirst lingers unquenchable bringing me to the insane brink.
Some died fast but the ones that are strong.
Stay forever young while the waters torture feeding on our insanity.
I know there is a way out other then lifes end an escape from this calamity.
The water I fear is not of this earth has a grip to tight around my throat.
I've gone days now somehow tempted but not giving in to its pure sweet taste. 
I see my separation from the others, and in the reflections a difference in my face.
It has taken sure will power to break me free.
Vivid images of sunlight that danced across my face as I slowly emerged from the cave,
And a few days later rescuers hovered over thy exclaiming you are saved.
They ask me now a week after bitter recovery.
Where are the rest of your team,and they study me lying deep in thought.
My reply chills them, something in that water has played a trick with my mind and time and I somehow forgot.