My life's a complexity of a marble run.
A thousand rolls and rotatings.
I'm rocking from one to another one,
While you're looking at me just waiting.
You're waiting for absence of mine to lapse,
But I'm staying unconscious, my friend.
Just because I know: things that should end gonna end.
And there is no magic that helps.
My life's a complexity of a marbe run.
A thousand drops and slidings.
A billion things shoulda been said or done
But I'm on my place with my glass marbles...