In and out of consciousness
Happens every day
Caring neither for itself
Nor what we do or say

In with dawn from a slumber sleep
Out with a tender kiss
In with baby, fresh to the world
Out with the flame that dies

In with the face that shows itself
Out with the one that hides
In with the ocean pounding the shore
Out with the outgoing tides

Out with a drug for surgeon's knife
In with the call of waiting wife
Out with a kiss to sleepy child
In with the morn, "Dad, let's get wild!"