I know you want me to roll into the hole.
I know you believe this is my only role.
Yet I plan to circle round to the other side
And if I drop into the hole, all my hopes will have died.
I want you to know that there is shade over there;
There are trees and fallen leaves, though I doubt that you care.
So you see how very different we are, I must say.
It’s not just my shape, or the different roles that we play.
It’s all about targets and aims and motivations.
It dates back to the time of our respective creations.
You may consider these are total inconsistencies,
But our world is full of secret existences.