I think our thoughts grow like trees
All joined, intertwined, interconnected
And bother us like bumbling bees

Negative wonders, misunderstood dreams
Atempts to concour, harshly rejected
I think our thoughts grow like trees

Some as deep as the depths of unknown seas
Or as shallow as assumptions in mirrors reflected
They do bother us like bumbling bees

They blow, lost within the wind, like leaves
Millions of orphaned epiphanies; neglected
I think our thoughts grow like trees

Two conflicting hearts, one gets up and flees
"sure you're okay?" I think they've suspected
They bother us like bumbling bees

Trembling ideas, shaking like weak knees
Such heavy weights to hold are expected
I think our thoughts grow just like trees
And bother our being like bumbling bees