DISEASE

"I fell down into that hole again
I am a lump of Jelly
I am a dead fish
I look up at the blue sky
and I know that it's just a temporary dive

sometimes we tip toe
sometimes we run
sometimes we wander while looking at the sun

And even though I read maps to avoid them
they change location every day
and somehow all of my traces they vanish
But shall one stay put?
Shall one stay low?
Shall one not go?
Just to avoid this hole?"

Disease, it's time for you to leave.