I am a fool
A tool
A rave roaring menace

A sinner
A devil
And I beg for no penance

Relief is to me
What work is to you
And so in this life
I'll live like a fool

In truth a man tries to be what he can
But deep down he thinks,
"I'd rather be what I am."

Understand this land
Of mountains and quick sand
Where one can rise to the top
Or sink through to the bottom

In autumn I see an array of leaves
Who wish in some sense to be more like me
Changing different colors before they die
Then lying down
Onto the ground
To make all fertilized

I try
I do
To be more like you
Until my heart goes dry
And my energy's used
Left dying and withering to form a pile of ash
Every missed opportunity,
You can't get back.

Like trash we pile
In a hurricane's eye
And our biggest denial
Is that we don't lie
Or that we don't mind
Or have no time
To give to someone else what I know to be mine.