Adalinemae

Life is the hardest trip I've never made Drudgery and monotony day after day Somedays I wish I could turn and runway Where would I go and Where would I stay? What about him and what about we? My Life - my responsibility? The house, the bills, the job, and my car With all of these things I couldn't get far Still, I yearn for the freedom to fly and be Free I want to run screaming life won't pass by me I want to feel, to see, to do, and to change First I'd have to shed all of these chains So, what do I do with this pretty gilded Cage? Do I stay, do I run, do I scream, do I rage? Do I rail at the bars screaming "Please Let Me Free!"

Do you understand how you confuse me? Do grasp it? Do you truly see? Everyone's telling me how I'm supposed to be. Is anyone willing to let me choose, and choose for me. No more outside opinions. No more sharing. I'm facing life head on no more caring For others opinions and thoughts on a matter. I can't do this again I might just shatter

Mortality A reminder of your own mortality whispers not of death but of life. It starts as a whisper of unattained goals and of strife. It evolves to scream of reckless abandon. Yearning for a world, where we can still live on The shedding of ones fears is liberating, yet responsibility is a cage, Regardless of what we want the real world creeps in with rage. The Responsibility of life encourages us to clip our wings Don't allow it, Fly on to better things For anyone it is a life altering event. When you are reminded of the if and when , The cannot and the will not. These are the things we should fight. Hold onto the youthful ide

Confusion and consternation Diatribes of condemnation Attack and defend. When does the cycle end? Cause and effect, choice and consequence Faux Pas and aberration Tribulations of miscommunication.

This is to all of those through out the years To all with whom I've shared my hopes and my fears To the strangers who taught my spirit to fly To those who have held me while I cry To those I know will be there 'til the end To the people I can truly call friend So here's to sharing many more years Lift your glasses all and say…cheers

I’ m looking for answers I cannot find Why is it, that life is so very unkind Freedom is what I want and what I need Instead I just sit here I cry and I bleed.

Crisp and Clean Ever Yielding Never Judging Always Listening Never Questioning Simply Honest No Guilt No Regret Soul Cleansing Anger Management