I send cryptic messages to myself

Come gather 'round people
Wherever you roam
And admit that the waters
Around you have grown
And accept it that soon
You'll be drenched to the bone.
If your time to you
Is worth savin'
Then you better start swimmin'
Or you'll sink like a stone
For the times they are a-changin'

I've been thinking a lot about the future and I know in reality this whole road trip to wherever is just me running away. However, I have this sickening feeling that I'm going to wind up in a verse from "Not Dark Yet." I'm going to wake up one day in a strange bed and sit up and grab whatever beverage I'm drinking at the time and that those 14 words will hollow at me like a shot gun to the head:

I was born here and I'll die here against my will
I know it looks like I'm moving, but I'm standing still
Every nerve in my body is so vacant and numb
I can't even remember what it was I came here to get away from
Don't even hear a murmur of a prayer
It's not dark yet, but it's getting there.

I think the old man's younger self is sending me cryptic messages in his lyrics, as if the words are so universal that they've managed to set themselves upon my days. And while I've said I'll commit suicide to his "Mr. Tambourine Man," I think that his words at this moment are gleefully welcomed. Despite my sudden depression, these small bouts of self-loathing, I've come to realized that this isn't what I wanted. And it's not what I needed. I've created an angel in a person that is completely flawed like myself. And I know what my heart wants and what it desires, and it's beginning to scare me more and more each day. I just needed to hear something, to feel something. And I think that something for me is out of reach. And it's not at all that weird, if you really think about it.

Go melt back into the night, babe,
Everything inside is made of stone.
There's nothing in here moving
An' anyway I'm not alone.
You say you're looking for someone
Who'll pick you up each time you fall,
To gather flowers constantly
An' to come each time you call,
A lover for your life an' nothing more,
But it ain't me, babe,
No, no, no, it ain't me, babe,
It ain't me you're lookin' for, babe.

What a situation, I found myself in, hu Mr. Tambourine Man?