I want to slide back, quietly as possible, into the teeming muck.
I lie collapsing, taking in the stillness around me and my body;
My mind wanders up and up, towards the tipping point, tips and falls.
Flat on the ground, a haze of reeds  and grass and flowers draw up around me.

I lie collapsing, taking in the stillness around me and my body.
Quaking, shaking, lacking the strength, again I try; again I fail.
Flat on the ground, a haze of reeds  and grass and flowers draw up around me.
I see it, seething before me with life and stillness, so murky my eyes cloud.

Quaking, shaking, lacking the strength, again I try; again I fail;
Something is hiding, lurking just beyond this hill, or that hill.
I see it, seething before me with life and stillness, so murky my eyes cloud;
Something is rippling, emanating from some muster spot in the center.

I want to slide back, quietly as possible, into the teeming muck.
Something is hiding, lurking just beyond this hill, or that hill;
Something is rippling, emanating from some muster spot in the center.
My mind wanders up and up, towards the tipping point, tips and falls.