Why must my head be filled with worry and such,
the things that make you say, "this is all too much".
It is June now, you know, the month after May,
"So relax" she said, "experience the bonnaroovian way."

But it's not that simple for a man like myself,
to take all my troubles to be put on a shelf.
To be sporadic and fun at the drop of the hat,
but the bonnaroovians say, "What’s wrong with that?"

That is who I am, and I know it’s confusing,
to go from angry and tired, to up most amusing
So bi-polar disorder is might what you think
But, “it’s not, I've checked”, said my internal shrink.

Cause these wild emotions were based off of love,
and sometimes from always being as high as a dove.
They weren’t a good mix, at least for some people
So I fell really hard, like a runner in steeple.

I regret so much, but wouldn't change it for the earth
Cause now I'll have a chance to have an endearing rebirth.
So this now gives us a chance to live in a way,
a way that roots from what the Bonnaroovians say.