Your view of me is of  a miserable person
One who has everything and is unhappy
Your view is one of an artist, and its ******!
Your painting of me is made just for you
When you paint me as miserable it feels happy to you
You want me unhappy because it is I who left YOU!
Just so that you know
You have painted me wrongly
Because I carry on happily and quite strongly!
So color me happy, color me cool
Color me the Karen You never took the time to know
Color me happy with the space and peace I need
You negativity is something I will not feed~

Twisting things and it don't feel yummy
I have a topsy turning tummy
Anxiety and it feels funny
But what I have to deal with is all serious
For real I have to go deal with these issues
Be strong get it done
Forgo any tissues
Just go do that **** that makes me spin
Deal with the issues that make me wince
I have a topsy turning tummy but not for long
I am gonna adapt and over come
Be strong

The shake of the leg while crossed
Not the way to walk but I am moving forward non the less
I dance in my chair and feel so blessed
A singing morning full of spice
Coffee is extra strong, on Friday that is nice!
I woke the girls with my voice
I had headphones on and was singing loud
Music of my choice ; )
Something to make me feel proud
Fiona sings of a Better Version of Me
I sing along ever so happily
Wake the girls - make them shine
Tell them how beautiful they are, talented, special- mine!
Good Morning Friday! Good Morning my girls
Rise and shine
Sing with me..give this day a whirl!!

I have to tend to the flame
I have to provide the warmth to keep myself alive
I have to keep the fire going
I do not want to freeze
I love keeping warm in winter
This much is true
In my previous lives I always paid the electric company
So I tried not to over use, cost cutting took skill
But with this fire I tend
I can open my door can let out some heat without guilt
I let in the fresh air
and forgo the quilts!
I keep my fire going
It is a responsibility
But with it comes freedoms that I enjoy
So I keep my fire going
I watch it burn
I chop my own **** wood
These muscles I EARN
So I keep my fire going
Inside and out. ; )
I enjoy every bit of it without a doubt!

He leaves his house due to the sound of the clocks ticks and tocks.
The clocks ever reminding him of time slipping by
Days roll off like breaths in a short walk around the block.
This man is over tocked.
It has become his tick.
His mind locks up
with the sounds of tick and tock