THE TREES HAVE I’S (a song)

I don’t care for your intrusive fascination
I can’t live with your foreign occupation
I can’t breathe from your asthmatic oxygenation
So I’ll just keep hacking away at a surgical amputation
I know I—can never be free
Cuz I’m too tied up in your chains of misery
I know I—can never be me
Cuz you’ve changed my body’s whole chemistry

I don’t care for your careful calculations
I’ve got my own form of self-manipulations
I don’t need your worthless consultations
You can keep all your clinical observations
I know I—can never be free
All wrapped up in your woeful folly
I know I—am just a tree
There’s no way I can ever be set free

Ooooh oooh ooooh….

Fall has come—turn to leave
Summer’s gone—it’s come to grieve
Soon enough—winter will be bereaved
When we spring up from—a brand new seed

I know I—can never be free
Cuz I keep getting smothered in your sophistry
I know I—can never be me
Cuz you’ve erased the last traces of my old humanity

I don’t care for your cunning complications
I can’t stand your anemic expectations
I keep running rings around your ruination
Wishing I had Lincoln to grant my emancipation

Ooooh…. Ooooh…. Ooooh….