The winter garden appears bigger,
Like I’ve moved the garden wall,
The plants and trees are stood naked, cold,
Since autumn caused their leaves to fall.
I wish that I was young again,
To live without a care,
Rather than just being old,
Getting plump, and losing hair.
Beware the monsters of the mind,
The type to fear, the fearful kind,
It’s best to run, and run real quick,
The mind monsters will make you sick.
I wish that I was happy,
As happy as could be,
But no matter how happy I get,
I’ll never beat Larry.
I ask myself the question,
How do I know that I alive,
It’s easy, I see my psychiatrist,