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 colors 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 float in the ocean asleep in a box
Or sink just below all the churning and froth And 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?