Right now I do not think I could be less or more unhappy.
My life is like the aftermath of death in estranged family.
A placid pool of sorrow fills the hollowness beneath me,
While birds above are chipping and sunbeams try to reach me.

I am not a man I'm still a scared and desperate school boy.
My soul is being beaten by the ebbs and flows of pain and joy.
Too many large decisions and I'm still not done deciding
Whether I should be the one upon whose coattails they try riding.

I think I need a lover or at least a thoughtful best friend
To guide me through this tunnel because it's too dark to see the end
I'm groping in the night trying to make it home in one piece
While leading docile argonauts and carrying my gold fleece