As I sit here and eat my oats, alone
I can\'t help but think about the seeds I\'ve sown
And think oh well, isn\'t that life
Family, lost loves, heartache and strife
My oats taste kind of bitter
And I don\'t really have an appetite
But I force it down and swallow each unfulfilling bite
Will the day come for me
When I can muster up the energy
To live in the present ?