You said you be here to the end
but you don’t know what that means
the ground beneath your feet is wet and green
now your sinking deep
you thrash and claw around for some relief

Now you say that you believe
Thinking I may feel relieved
We need the jesters in our head
when we see the end
to make us Dance and shriek for some relief

You need not pay it any mind
Things just happen over time
Without time there is no end
so what will it take
to rise above and stop looking for relief