Seasons of Depression
In the midst of winter
There was a cold chill
A dark, lonely place
For a large blue pill
In the growing spring
There was a loud ring
But I did not answer
In fear of what it would bring
In the heat of summer
There was a runner
Who dripped of sweat and tears
I saw his face
Such a disgrace
To run so far and get no where
Now in the fall
When the leaves turn red
I make myself get into bed
And wait for the dread
Of winter.
There was a cold chill
A dark, lonely place
For a large blue pill
In the growing spring
There was a loud ring
But I did not answer
In fear of what it would bring
In the heat of summer
There was a runner
Who dripped of sweat and tears
I saw his face
Such a disgrace
To run so far and get no where
Now in the fall
When the leaves turn red
I make myself get into bed
And wait for the dread
Of winter.