" You're not going through it, it's going through you
And once it's all gone, in will come the new you
With a different perspective, from the same point of view
Fully unaffected by the old truth you once knew
Connected at the roots to the trunk to the branches
To the leaves and the way they fly away in wind dances
A frantic seesaw, free-fall in midair
That represents the floating folly of us all being here
We are complicated creatures, huh? "