Sickness Is Catching

I cut my teeth on wishful thinking

I held back the tears, but couldn’t stop blinking

The years were too much and the laughter too seldom

I chased after life, but never quite held him

Now age has won over, and I’m still just a child

I may be a man, but my fears are too wild

I still tread a path a baby could follow

I still have a heart, but I fear it’s too hollow

And I have a way of looking at things

But things have a way of looking at me

So I’ll stay on this path until I am free