Never ending, always going

Never stopping, always repeating

Forever walking, and sometimes dropping

Forever rising, and sometimes lying

We can’t give in, but we can sin

We can’t amend, but we can pretend

For we are guile with no bite

And lime without light

Awake through the night

Holding delight turned to fright

I want to feel, I want to know

I want to love, I want to grow

I want to throw it into the flow

And die after I grow old