branches cusp the foggy air
these trees pave the way
or is it the lack of trees
that determines my fate…
as if there is such a thing

but if there were
it’s not as if the trees
care about my driving habits

and if they don’t care about that
then they mustn’t care where I end up
(since habits shape character, you see)
so I conclude
that fate cannot be

these berries sting my lips
we picked and you showed me
how to find the sweetest blues

perhaps you know how i feel
and are just kind
or i hid well
but either way
i ask God if he wants to share
thinking that if he is involved
things will work out in my favor
but that’s not how it works

so i eat the last berry
and remember that
this rock in my gut
isn’t meant to stay

nor were you apparently
but i guess a lesson learned
is that my favor
doesn’t depend on you anyways

tick tock, bock chop
run goes the days
folded in half by the needs
the needs of the world, the one, the many
question these sorrows
is it a life half made
or far over expected?
oh question these sorrows