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 colours 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 sleep in the ocean afloat in a box.


We'll sink just below all the churning and froth

Or 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?