the youngster's song (too personal)

i'm a sad frog
beneath the hills of the mudswamp
& the leftover rations for the needy
i skate upon piles of remorse i
don't need these plans i do not
need a horse i do not need a party
i do not need a closeup i need a book-away
i need to burn all these books away i need to
carefully count my creations i need to
carefully arrest my hesitations i need to
look at all i've done i need to realize what's done is done
i need to dance i need to pray i need to strive
harder without striving harder just doing i need to listen to my soul i need to live like God intended i need to believe i am capable of my best i need to love myself i need to leave well enough alone
i need to avoid unnecessary idioms
i need to avoid swimming in shoals of uncertainty
i need to love
i need to move on
i need to grow up
i need to hang on
i need to blow myself away from time to time
i need to be green like pastures of insane purpose
i need to slide away
i need to come back
i need to find peace
i need to be myself.