My problems I thought I had all left behind
and today and wake up to find they have sprung up anew
The seeds of all my sorrows are contained within myself
I am my only problem, the only problem I need to deal with is me
If I reap what I sow, and I’m sowing seeds of sorrow
what is it that I am going to reap tomorrow
One the I sure hope it is not is a pile of regrets, but no
regrets are weeds, ineviatable in life, but you can try to keep them down
Sowing these seeds, giving life to lies yet to blossom?
Another manic swerve in my path, veering as a drunken bush driver
Side to side, I am flying down this highway, lights are out, heater to
and all the songs on the radio pertain exactly to me
The bus is veering left and right, I can’t even remember which is
the correct side of the road to drive on, and I don’t care
I hope there is nobody else trying to navigate this road
although I could really use some company, alone as I drive this way
I thought I left you behind months ago, I thought I left me behind
but I am catching up on were I have been going and am not sad
These days it matters less and less what happens or how things are
I seem to have some very effective tools of denial
Ways of making what I thought was so not come true
And I have ways of dreaming up troubles where there are none
Last week, I was sure, the entire town was conspiring against me
Some sort of social experiment, patronizingly treating me with kid gloves
Everything just seemed to be going to easy, people seemed to jumping out of my way, people seemed to be going out of their way
Now I realize it was because they all saw the lurching monster I was
And I thought I was hiding everything oh so well
Falling leaves falling leaves indeed.