My mind warps and bends,
Floats the wind, counts to ten,
Waiting for the end,
Welcome to the Lions den.
Even the sun goes down,
Heroes eventually die,
Horoscopes often lie,
Yet we never ask, why?
Brief rhymes to explain our fortune,
But in the end our lies feel foreign,
Dragging us to this aforementioned foreland,
Three lions looking back for a fourth man.