You're eyes glazed over
We're happy, smiling, joyful.
Other days were upset, ignoring each other, furious
Yet, we seem to be forever connected

Connected into by the vines of the jungle,
The mockingbird calling her babies
Showing them the passage and way
Of a short life.

Life beginning, life ending
These are things that forever happen
Forever circling in the pathway of success
Loving each other, just like the middle.