The vine calls to me,

The thorns fall apart,

the roses shrivel up

and the buds fall down,

So I follow

Through the heart of the vine

lies an insane fellow, 

and suicidal children,

going through the garden, 

So I follow

The frozen pond is home to frozen fish

They have somewhere to go,

but the ripples are still,

for Them and Them alone,

I follow