Is it petty, I wonder… br br The package of perpetual irritants br That I seem to continually lay down… br The litany of minor lamentations, br Unwrapped from tin foil br And set out on the blanket br Before you… again, again. br I wonder if it bothers you, asking br On occasion if it does – only br To lose your answer br Underneath the worry br That you might not know br Why my voice quivers so br Everytime I do. br br So, I ask again, br And then… br br Again, I worry br That I’m br br Burdening you. br br ~ ~ ~ br br Before a rock, by a river, ‘neath a tree – br A picnic of my burdens, br br You, br br Me… br br Singing, still, br That same old song br br As time… rolls… on.