Trees Tower

Anger seems like growling
But, really, it's just grounding
It's the only emotion that makes sense to me
When the world gets too tough
I think I'm all out of luck
I go for a walk in the dusk

Anxiety believes that the problem is me
It's an all-knowing presence, I have to grieve
The voices in my head
They stretch the truth at best
It's a constant cycle of woe and regret

If I were a cat, I'd still be on my first life
I don't take any chances
But don't wanna live just to die
I'm born a wanderer but I don't stray far
I just sit and wonder in the car after dark

I don't feel hopeless, sometimes I feel pain
I guess that's just a consequence of having a brain
The trees tower above me when I walk in the rain
That's what the stress feels like
It's grounded, it stays

I have to dig right down to the core
If I want to discover anything more
Pumpkins and tweed, brown leaves, not green
It's been seven Autumns
Those voices won't leave

It's in the roots
It's in the leaves
It's in the branches
It's in the trees
All dies one day, for that makes sense
But before I decay, I must make amends