I feel your panic little guy!
You jump, you leap, you want to fly

Out of that barren waste of white,
I see why you’re in such a fright!

And with me looming in your sky,
You must be sure you’re going to die.

But, monster though I am to you,
I’ve had to jump a time or two.

I’ve felt the fear that’s in your heart.
Stop springing from my hands— be smart!

Now I’ve got you. Listen please…
Although I am no Socrates,

I know that you, my friend, and I,
are equally condemned to die.

But guess what? You’re the lucky one!
Although your life’s a shorter run,

Your brain is not unhinged as mine
By jumping back and forth in time.

My mind relives what’s past and gone;
I cannot sleep some nights till dawn.

Sometimes I’m filled with useless dread
Imagining what lies ahead.

That’s more than a cricket needs to know,
So jump away now— off you go!

Find a hiding place that’s right.
I’ll listen for your song tonight.