So here we are, At what seems to be the end. And although I see a line. I'm not sure of what it says. We've been here a few times before. Our roots are wasting. We don't know where to look. And although I see a mirror. I'm not sure if it's any good. I'm afraid we might be stranded on an endless sea. No soil no foundation, only company.' Oh my beloved. Oh my admired. We're trapped like leaves caught by the wind. Treading water, But nobody's bailing out. Our feet have been cold for sometime, Some time some time. Our lifeboat is leaking and we're afraid to drown Nowhere to fall but down. Oh my beloved. Oh my admired. We're trapped like leaves caught by the wind. So here we are, at what seems to be the end.