I re-read silly lines that made sense at the time pages all stained with tears & red wine & I walk through the airport & read magazines every face that I see so much younger than me & I drink & I think how I don't even miss my glorious past or the lips that I've kissed & I smile to myself at how easy this is.. easy to breathe, easy to live
I remember when I would tear myself in two. Over how to be, what to say & what to do did you really like me better then? did you really like me better when I was a fool?
So I live in these days but I still have my old ways my future, somehow, she has yet to arrive & I see all around me the Women On Time. Kids & divorces & crisis in midlife so do I surrender & give up my dream for a brick in the wall & a washing machine grow up & get real have a kid in their teens who won't care what I've done where I've been, what I've seen
.. & I wonder why I tear myself in two over who to be, where to be & what to do 'cause I know you liked me better then.. I know you liked me better when I was a fool.
I'm free to a fault. 45. Playing guitar. Living my life. I fly down the highway sun on my face I belong to nobody. I belong to no place. I cry over poetry. & I laugh at myself. still, I'd rather be me. than anyone else.