Oh Geez, this breeze, this wind in my soul isn't easy.
The reason for this change of season is beyond my grasp,
just beyond the looking glass.
At times I am estatic, fantastic but delayed,
delayed in the way that makes you think on
the brink of indecision, precision in the path you take.
And who even knows, what I really show,
and what can be found underground,
in the cavern, or tavern of my heart.
But I know what is real, and what I feel,
Oh Geez! This breeze isn't easy.