Well hey honey I’ve been where you are
Wanting to die but too timid to try
I’ll help you up,
I was given a mental massage,
And with it came a barrage
of the ones I thought never cared.
Knocking on my door such locked,
And as such I stared.
Well I just smiled and fell like a baby in her arms.
And as the tears and the diatribe lifted out,
The fears freed themselves and so did the doubt.
The last person you’d guess to let out of your life,
Is the key to all your four leaf clovers,
And the things you’ve sewed all too tight,
Let them out and feast on the leftovers,
Let them out and feast on the leftovers.
You’ve no idea the strength in the fridge of your mind,
You know there isn’t really such a thing as time?
There are memories,
And there are plans,
All throughout our lifespans.
And sacred like the hindu cow:
Is the power of now.