Am I OK?
Now I do not have to think,
But there was a time,
Not long ago,
When that question,
Plagued my mind,
Devoured every moment,
With uncertainty leaning,
Negatively,
For so long,
I was not OK,
I was broken but,
Clinging on to the hope,
Of a lie I told myself,
That everything was fine,
It took the worst,
To show me I needed,
To change,
Something,
Not me,
But how I saw myself,
It took time,
Friends and words,
Over years,
Until now,
I no longer have to think,
Before answering:
"Yes, I'm fine..."

"...and you?"

Painting in the secrets
Of a thousand lies
Is fun
As you get to paint in
How you see those lies

Let's paint our hair red
Of a thousand fires
So fun,
As you get to paint it
How you really want to

Aggressively painting canvases
Of a thousand depictions
It's fun
As you get to paint whatever
How you really see it

*Let's go paint something, sister.
Together.

Here's to growing up,
To the young, the sad and the lonely,
Here's to growing up!
To the fairly old and wrinkled,
Here's to go growing up,
Where life is not so simple,
*Here's to growing up!

Silence deafens the weak and the lonely,
So does it deafen you, my good man?

Seasons change, babe,
Get your winter coat on,
The weather isn't going to bend at your command,
The summer sun hates your weak shine,
The autumn moon despises your crescent smile,
And seasons differ, honey,
Get your head on straight,
Pumpkins are gonna leer,
Get over it, dear,
And snow is gonna fall,
So wrap up, darling, in your knitted shawl,
Seasons change, babe,
Nothings gonna change for you,
Oh, nothing is gonna change,
Seasons are obviously not for you,
Wait for spring, love,
'Coz when push turns to pull,
You'll want to leave seasons behind,
Changing,
Changing forever in your midst.

I wait for the day that I can feel your hand clutch mine.
For the day I can smooth down your hair out of love.
Feel your soft cheeks against mine.
Except I have to wait,
Simply because I do not have a partner yet,
Or know if I can ever hold a little child of my imagination like you in my arms.