What bottom is there to get to?
The well is empty and dry as a bone.
Sweet promises broken
Is there no glory at dawn?
When the Sun speaks of the new day.
Have you awoken to hear the call,
or are you still asleep?
What will we do when the wild flowers bloom?
The Fool would pick them as the unconscious mind wanders.
Leave them, let them grow in strength and numbers
like the last part a lot leave them let them grow in strengths and numbers freedom await