I
feed from the bottom, you feed from the top.
I live upon morsels you happen to drop.
And coffee that somehow leaks out of your cup.
If nothing comes down then I'm forced to swim up.
On the way upwards, the colours come back.
But all along the bottom is blue, grey, and black.
the darkness is cold and perception goes wrong.
And the night seems to go on incredibly long.
So I ask you why if I'm swimming by,.
Don't you see anything you'd like to try?.
Pantomime mixtures of heaven and earth.
Jumbled events that have less than no worth.
Time in the forest to dig under rocks.
Or sleep in the ocean afloat in a box.
We'll sink just below all the churning and froth.
Or swim to the light source or fly like a moth.
So toss away stuff you don't need in the end.
But keep what's important and know who's your friend.
So I ask you why if I'm swimming by,.
Don't you see anything that you'd like to try?