The Crying (Dirk's MIx)

I start to cry
But I don't know why
With a heavy sigh
I dry my eyes

They say its depression
I don't think so
It's their desperation
For my sadness to go

If I'm sad it's okay
Sometimes my life is sad
If I'm sad more than a day
That can turn out bad

I listen to sad songs instead
Over and over they play
The tears that I shed
Wash my sadness away

When I have depression
The sorrow that I feel
Gives the impression
It's more fake than real

I can clearly feel
Fake sadness from real
It don't fool me
Usually

I'm at the park
Around the block
It's getting dark
I'm on my walk

My stride isn't great
My legs are weak
I concentrate
On good technique

I have walking sticks
They save me now
With annoying clicks
They propel me home

I listen to tunes
With a steady beat
So I can resume
Moving my feet

I work out daily
It slows the progression
I also bike nightly
At my discretion

My bike is electric
It helps me pedal
So I can get a kick
If the road's not level

If I lose my balance
Meaning I can't bike
I'll face that challenge
By getting a trike

When I am biking
It's like I'm flying
I find I like it
Far more than the crying

I start to cry
But I don't know why
With a heavy sigh
I dry my eyes

They say it's expression
Of feelings I've hidden
It's my impression
They answer the wrong question

If I'm sad, it's fine
It's no big deal, see
It's not something I mind
It's just me being me

I listen to cheerful songs
On and on they go
My tears don't last long
But my annoyance grows

When I have depression
Any joy I experience
Seems a Transgression
That thinking is deleterious

I can clearly feel
Fake joy when sadness is real
It don't fool me
Usually

I'm at the park
I biked hard today
It gives me a spark
To workout that way

My balance is not great
My legs aren't always stable
I concentrate
And do what I am able

I use my walking poles
If I travel distantly
One of my future goals
Is to use them consistently

I listen to my tunes
On the park bench
It will rain soon
And I'll get drenched

I work out daily
It slows the progression
I also bike nightly
At my discretion

My bike is electric
It helps me pedal
So I can get a kick
If the road's not level

If I lose my balance
Meaning I can't bike
I'll face that challenge
By getting a trike

When I am biking
It's like I'm flying
I find I like it
Far more than the crying

I start to cry
Don't understand why
With a deep sigh
I dry my eyes

They say it's suppression
Of joy I've forgotten
Or disease progression
I don't like that direction

I don't mind being sad
occasionally
Those feelings I have
They don't bother me

I listen to the radio
The same songs play
Over and over
All throughout the day

When I want expression
Of the emotions I feel
I'm asked the question
Are they fake or are they real

Emotions are tricky
They come and go
They come on quickly
But leave real slow

I'm at the park
I walked to there
Its 3 o'clock
There's kids everywhere

I take a rest
'Cause I tire easy
I find it best
To pace my journey

My walking poles
Go clickety-clack
They help my control
And keep the kids back

I like my own songs
They're emotional
As I go along
They're motivational

I work out daily
It slows the progression
I also bike nightly
At my discretion

My bike is electric
It helps me pedal
So I can get a kick
If the road's not level

If I lose my balance
Meaning I can't bike
I'll face that challenge
By getting a trike

When I am biking
It's like I'm flying
I find I like it
Far more than the crying

When I'm crying
When I'm not flying
It's ok with me
If it flows naturally

I don't expect to be happy
All day and nightly
I let some tears flow
Then off to flying I go

To summarize
And its no surprise
I much prefer flying
To the crying