Cared for
Watered
My mind is an orchard
Full of things that grow
Some of the crop is knowledge
Some of it is wisdom of the ages
But mostly the harvest yields
Paranoia
Fear
And sorrow
Born from my mistakes
I am just a worker of the fields
Of the Lord
I don't know what else to do
But to listen to the words
And plant the seed
Chase the mice
Clear the weeds
And watch it grow
