It's time to begin
Gather everything into a ball
Roll it out nice and thin
'Til I can almost read the writing on the wall
I build it up
Delicate layer upon layer
Will it all measure up
Once I've laid everything bare
It's the final turn now
My last chance to make something of worth
When the curtain comes down
Will I experience transcendent rebirth
Or will I find
That all of my joy has leaked out
And left nothing behind
But this dry husk of sadness and doubt