Not for long, friend, not for long! This I swear:
Your stay in earth will not be overlong.
You’ll soldier on as long as you can bear.
Have patience!—You will soon have a new song.
Why should you walk this weary way for ever,
Trapped in the maze with others lost like you,
Going round in frantic circles in a fever
Of mad anxiety and déjà vu?
Maybe you’ll choose your own exit and go
With dignity. Let’s hope you have that choice.
Or maybe chance will intervene and throw
You into the abyss of endless joys.
Go steady, friend! Keep a stiff upper lip.
Your port is there—it’s waiting for your ship.