Melancholy Medley

When I was younger, so much younger than today,
I never needed anybody's help in any way.
But now these days are gone, I'm not so self assured,
Now I find I've changed my mind and opened up the doors.

A cigarette smolders in the street as I wait for the bus.

The smoke rises and swirls in fantastic and impossible

circles as cars drive by and whip up the breeze.

My eyes are teary from the cold wind blowing.

Help me if you can, I'm feeling down
And I do appreciate you being round.
Help me, get my feet back on the ground,
Won't you please, please help me.

The tears that leak from my eyes, I’m not sure

if it’s completely from the cold. Or if it’s

from a dark cloud that lingers over my

head. Memory and failure.

And now my life has changed in oh so many ways,
My independence seems to vanish in the haze.
But every now and then I feel so insecure,
I know that I just need you like I've never done before.

I realize that I’m petrified. Of everything.

the bus, the people on the bus,

the downtown crowds, the future, my past,

time, love, cats, dogs, bugs, too much sunshine,

not enough sunshine, bad milk, trains, women,

men, the cold, the heat, the wind, the rain, the snow,

the irregular thumping in my chest.

Help me if you can, I'm feeling down
And I do appreciate you being round.
Help me, get my feet back on the ground,
Won't you please, please help me.

The Beatles came to my mind as I sat across from a

beautiful young woman on the bus and I realized I wasn’t asking

for someone outside of myself to help, I was asking

me to help. I’ve got to get my feet back on the ground.

“I’m terribly mushy”, I think and smirk.

Help me if you can, I'm feeling down
And I do appreciate you being round.
Help me, get my feet back on the ground,
Won't you please, please help me, help me, help me, ooh.