why

a great weariness besets me
as i think of all that
there is still left to do

the people to meet
that i will not remember
the duties to do
that i will do half heartedly
or completely fail at
the social engagements to keep
that will kill my soul

most people are already
halfway through life
by this time

And in the middle ages 

People died at 36

i could have died at 33
and here I am
just beginning life

i could just disappear
into the cracks of the earth
and rest for ever

why am i taking
so much trouble
when it is only trouble

and then the lightening cracks
and thunder rumbles across the sky
and rain falls in icy curtains
wind howls terribly

and i know
why
i am taking the trouble

on a night such as this
i would be nowhere else
but with you