Make Like a Tree and Get Outta Here

A summer breeze,
Shakes some leaves from the trees,
They descend upon me,
As I fall to my knees in despair,
Not a care in the world but for living,
It's all been for naught,
I am rife with disease.

My head hangs supportless,
Frame too weak to bear.
At my hands on the wet ground,
My sunken eyes stare.
I didn't see it coming,
It's sprung from nowhere,
But nowhere I'm used to,
I've residence there.

What did I want,
And what did I expect?
I'm a bitter old cunt,
An emotional wreck,
And if all that I get now is all I deserve,
I'll take it with grace,
And return to the earth.

I reached out with promises,
I couldn't keep,
Betrayed my companions,
And pushed them from me,
'til surrounded by nothing,
I staggered on home,
And awakened in emptiness,
Duly alone.

Strength returns to my legs,
And my head lifts with ease.
I push down on the wet leaves,
And rise to my feet.
I guess I was mistaken,
And all is not lost.
I'll survive this each time,
If I want to or not.

I reached out with malice,
Behind a disguise,
Betrayed to attention,
By my sunken eyes,
You'll do well to forget me,
Rather than despise.
When I'm nothing to anyone,
Everyone thrives.