Your choice.
You choose.
Some you'll win.
Some you'll lose.
But at least you had the guys to choose.

Faced with a path, no end in sight.
Should I take the left or right?

Your choice.
You choose.
Remember, some you'll win.
Some you lose.

When you first heard Aretha sing, did you know just what she meant?

Or did you ponder the words, in your mouth.

Cloying.

Stuck to your tongue with cement.

R. E. S. P. E. C. T.

I've got no idea what it means to me.

Is it a conspiracy?
I feel this empathy,
Like a weight bearing down on me,
But I have no power to change.

It seems like we're hurtling at a wall,
No one seems to notice,
Makes me question what it's all for,
But there's nothing I can do.

Too many people,
Too much stuff,
So many things,
Yet never enough.

Please tell me your name...

You're always around me, I feel we should acquaint.

I think I've known you a long time, a look, a glance and a funny feeling in my stomach when joy sparks.

Are you within me or from some external flame?

A strong internal burning, not fire but shame.

If I cry, what am I crying for?
For me or for you?
Is it the situation or time? For me there is no rhyme...

But I see a pattern, this keeps on happening.
I can't explain it.
I don't understand it.

I just cry...but why?

I look inside, see a glimpse and sigh.
Why do I cry?

Am I crying today, for the same things as yesterday?
I shrug to myself and say...I don't know why, I cry, I really hope I'm not still crying on the day I die.

I've reached a fork in the road and its time to decide. There's no clear path. My way is blinded by a light.

The decisions I make, I must stand by and at the side. Strong and tall in the fact that I chose the way with my inner guide.

Is this the ending you had in your mind? When the fork came and forced you to decide.

Was the fork created in your thought riddled mind? Was the journey one on which you could abide?

Or could you have stayed in the grey and stood aside?

The decisions you must make are they on your path or in your mind?

That is the true dilemma on which you must decide.

Right now I am happy...

I feel comfortable and I feel safe.

I feel grateful for my existence and I'm enjoying my life.

I feel a warmth envelop me a hundred times a day.

Reminding me I am alive and content and free.

Right now I am happy...

I am happy to be me.

I know I'm going the right way even though I'm not certain which way that may be.

I know this from my feelings deep down inside.

I've learned to understand me, for so long I have tried.

Right now I am happy...

It's been a journey and I've survived.

I learned the hard way, to be calm and still my pride.

I want others to learn sooner, that way they can enjoy life.

Because right now I'm happy, happy to be alive.

Seconds, minutes, hours, days...

You can get over it. Tick, tick.

Days, weeks, months, years...

You're in a different place. Ring, ring.

Decades, centuries, millennium, eons...

We're all the same! Toll, toll.

To look after yourself is the greatest thing.

But how to do this when you've never been looked after.

To know when to stop and when to start. Is difficult when you've had an uncared for heart.

Always at the bottom of the pile, guilt creeps in, can't laugh or smile.

Stay locked away and feel shame and sin.

Please someone look after me.

No,  I can't let anyone in.

Ever feel so certain that you've found the right way?

I feel so certain, every single day.

But like the wind, my mind will change.
Change and bend but never breaks.

I'm on a journey but is it the right path?
I thought so yesterday when I went left.

Back then right and zig and zag.
Where am I going? I have to ask.

I thought I got there, I thought you were the one, but I'm sat here in darkness and;

I still don't know.

I've tried to understand myself, the what, the where, the WHY?

The more I look inside myself, the more I want to cry.

My souls been searched a thousand times and still I ask the question, who am I?

I sometimes think I've cracked it, got the secret, changed my mind. But it's all gone in a blink of an eye, I've ruined things again...Who am I?

No longer can I scream and shout because I've started to just sigh. This never ending question plays on, who am I?

I look to others for validation, or run away from their judging eyes. I'm not sure they can tell me, who am I?

In a day I'll have the answer, in a week I'll kiss it goodbye, in a month I'm going faster, in a year...Who am I?

And I've tried to understand myself, the what, the where, the WHY...But can I ask you a question? Who am I?

A lie, just a little white lie
She told.
Was the lie to hide the truth or how she felt inside
Who knows
In time, a lie becomes a way of life
To save her, to save him
To save them.