I find myself happy, liking who I am. Im comfortable as a lazychair I'm honest, loving and I do care. I blame noone for how I become, or for all I've done. I was once a sports car lightening fast I run , now to a putter I roll off to life . trying to keep it going speaking softly and angerly I mutter.
I need a break, sometime for myself, a place to go, a place I don't know. I need to be excited, too laugh so hard , to see a piece of this world that would make my head wrirrel , But I'm finally old and not so bold and I am comfortable .....with who I am .