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