All these numbers surround me
Forming ocean of trees too tall to climb
It's overwhelming thee, hear my plea
The wind chimes on by in just in time
Sweeps me down to save me from prime time
Set free from this heinous crime, my oh my
I cannot escape the variables, what I see in the sky
Once my ally, my sour cry can be heard nearby
Too many rules to apply and abide by, I want to die
I just defy as I pass by and pretend I'm not the bad guy
But I worry not, though I can't escape the leaves
A harsh storm will follow the autumn breeze