You don’t rock the boat 
That’s keeping you afloat 
You’re a part of it so 
It’s no wonder you don’t know 
There’s a lake you stare in it all day 
Just you wait, eventually you will change 
Not into a singing head but into a man making a maze 
One day it’ll be too late 
You envy everything you’ve missed 
The conselation prize was a hedonist 
One of twelve you’ve turned it on a dime you couldn’t spend 
Leaving behind rosemary and thime to end