and the canon begins again

row row..

go away...

and we'll all stand 

in our perfect little rows

line upon line of wasted time

and you'll row row your

far away

and we these shattered segments

of the second hand that spins

in your circular life will stand

and you will row row row your boat

leave us standing in this stream

while you merrily merrily

so easily leave

i used to believe 

that life was but a dream