My brain becomes as clenched as my teeth sometimes and I need help to unwind all the thoughts that run rampant. I used to be a church girl and drinking and smoking were a no-no. My brain then was permanently clenched.
Now, not so much.
Life of epic proportion
Taking away the distortion
Eyes clouded now see
This woman on the verge of 43.
Free spirit eternally lifted
By artists heavenly gifted
Heart shared willingly
By one on the verge of 43.
Rules and bylaws suppressed
Diluting all the stress
Breathe in the leaf
No longer a child, the verge of 43.
Thoughts and demons are embraced
Barely keeping up pace
Some days nectar you need
To survive the verge of 43.
Once thought sinful and wicked
In your mind they were depicted
Now your thoughts are free
Rightfully owning this verge of 43
So drink a glass of wine
For the down time
And smoke a little tree
My girl...
You're sitting on the verge of 43.
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