There’s always another option.
I could always choose to not
care anymore.
I mean, being alone isn’t so bad.
I don’t need a woman to be happy.
After all, I’m free to do whatever
I want.
I don’t have a woman to answer
to.
I can live my life in any manner
I please.
And, it’s better to be free, isn’t it?
I mean, take a look at history.
I bet the African Americans like
being free.
So I should appreciate not having
a woman.
And be thankful for the freedom I
have.
I should be in love with not being
tied up.
And you know what? I think I feel
myself starting to fall.