What Will

What will carry us through our days with no work and all play

What will bring us back round in line, with no shortage on time

When you're too young to know

And too old to be told

There's no use in knowing

What's down the line

If I'm sowing my ends up

I'll find out in time

It's a big ball of nothing

I'm getting mine

Can't have worries to hold if there is slack in the rope

Left my sentence on stay

Put all movement on hold until my pockets were full

I got carried away

Always six months behind

Tethered in by design

There's no use in knowing

What's down the line

If I'm sowing my ends up

I'll find out in time

It's a big ball of nothing

I'm getting mine