In Treatment

I let myself be cured

Every day

By the faintest hope

I see in people

It’s like when I see an autumn tree

It reminds me of all the springs

That it bore

The fallen leaves of happiness

Quietly give place to new hope of life

I let myself be cured

Every day

By the strangest secrets

People confide in me

It’s like finding a map

Of an ancient treasure

Ready to be explored and found

But never to be owned

I let myself be cured

Every day

Of all that I couldn't cure myself

The truth is

I am not the one who treats

I am the one in treatment