When I seek a prize I truly can’t stop,
And I’m depressed to keep on seeking.
What’s a farmer to do when tending crops?
Especially if the yields seem to be peeking?
Rain and sunshine make plants grow…
With a fuck ton of dirt.
And I’ve repressed when I’m depressed
To maintain a sense of worth.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m happy.
But I set my targets high.
And don’t look at me like I’m sappy
if I want to scrape the sky.
And here I am lying, hearing
Sweating in the sun.
But are your actions endearing?
Or do you commit them just for fun?