Petals In The Grass

Wail And Whine

Reality and illusions intertwine
I'm really not well, I'm really not fine
No deities or no shrine
There is nothing divine
My tumors are not benign
I am of flawed design
All of my sorrows continue to shine
Hear me wail, hear me whine
Wishing that I could resign
From this depression of mine
I can't explain or define
Why I'm on the decline