Too Much.

I’m drinking too much,

I’m smoking too much.

I’m thinking too much,

Provoking too much.

I can’t get to grips with life, and life won’t come to me. We fall out. So what am I supposed to do? Be happy with 'The Times They Are a-Changing?’ I’m growing a little tired of it all. Too many months of turbulence.

My problem is that I feel everything so keenly – be it a cold wind in December, a threat to my security, or a woman’s rebuke. Too much feeling. Always too much.

I’m really tired now.