As I get older; I get bolder
My
mother’s stares…
Of
course get colder
Cause
I refuse to get married and have a child
And
according to her, I’m still running wild
But
what you see on the surface
Is
not what it is inside
I
do have my plans
But
they’re in a slightly different order
I
do what I can
And
at times I’m on the border
But
I pull back
cause
I want to be sure
I
can’t walk down someone else’s path
Or
open someone else’s door
And
what I love about growing up
Is
that I finally know my mind
My
fears have released through endless tears
My
heart is full of love—the eternal kind
While
dreams are flourishing
Reality
is a welcome change
The
ticking clock; that 10-carat rock
I
aim with my pistol
But
they’re still not in my range
There’s
a 3-legged dog
That
tugs at my heart
If
I every find him/her
I
know it will be a new start!
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