Hey there Travis, you went and got you a Taylor.
Got Down on one knee, so, you are no longer a player?
Big rock on her finger, true spoken like a sailor

She goes from 1989 to a little different ERA.
Making millions of dollars,  singing songs about her break-ups.
Are you next Travis, will you be putting on the make-up?

Shake it off there, Taylor, it's looking like a rebound.
87s on the field, oh No, it might be a touchdown,
She's wearing red in the box,  we all know you have to look down

She is a pop star princess and you're a football star
Dancing on the field, looks like you made it this far
All of her fans are all crying with every single word,  dropping an another album that's pretty obscure

You go from T one, Travis, now can I call you T Squared
Now are you a Kelce or Swifty? heck I really don't care
Catch the ball on the field, even the refs dont play fair

I will say it like this,  hope its really not true
The life of a showgirl, just maybe undo.
Is Divorce is the next album? Cuz, you will be feeling it too

I don't want to fall like the leaves in autumn.
or like the snow in winter,
or rain when god is crying down to what a disappointment I am.
I want to shine like the sun, I want them to notice my sparkly lip gloss and admire me, like Athena.
I want to guide everyone through the night with my moonlight.
but I fail to their eyes because they dont see a success,
they see the opposite, they see ugliness. well now I know to never try again.

Like the sunlight in retreat,
still greets an evening moon
In this passing intermission,
they are sacredly attuned
With a sharing disposition,
one will offer to reflect
The Light that shines Eternal
keeps the promise to project

With pre-ordained precision,
rays of Light are tasked to trace
The constellations mapping out
the storybook of space
In kaleidoscopic fashion,
beaming Lights of every hue
Reveal the coded messages,
once hidden, into view

Trying to look in one direction,
It's hard to navigate my own transition.

Many times, I see myself like no other, could I be your sister or your brother? So, then why should I even bother?

My feelings about myself appear difficult for others to comprehend as this has become my own rollercoaster to the sweet, bitter end.

It is not only a mindset of my own personal avenues that I must navigate but they are, also, my own internal processes to which I contemplate and separate.

The push pull of my internal devices appears harmful at times. Feelings of not being happy, called confused, or it's a just phase are word salad moments committing a series of crimes.

I know these interpretations that live inside of me, and I know that the choices that I make can either set me free or keep me locked up forever. Ying-yang in every mindful corner of the room.

I heard a saying the other day that said, "Broken crayons still color". First, I was at odds with this. Because was I really broken? Was my crayon wrapper torn off? Am I being labeled these things from distant voices?

These become unreliable truths made up in feeble minds. Not understanding the differences among us all. It is not creating comfortable realities for us to travel though. Their choices will define them and my choices will define me.

Do I struggle at times? For the most part, yes!!

But you know something.
I am ok with that.
I am ok making my own choices, and I am ok being the person I want to be. That is something that cannot be taken away.

Any transition in life can come with its own set of difficulties. How we navigate them will be the determining factors of our success in all that we do.