Strong hands Hold me down To the bed I say to them I have to go

I can feel it coming Decisions I can’t make Brain starts to freeze Fingers won’t work Sick of this disease

I enjoy his company Riding shotgun Conversation No one to overhear Our inside jokes

Don’t talk down to me I am not a child! Even children Deserve respect

A joke Lost in Translation You will Never

I need to tell you How to survive With our disposition It’s okay to cry Maybe

Water Beach pools and fountains Rivers creeks and waterfalls The sound The feel Floating Weightless

A palomino gallops Beside the highway Look out the window Rides over green hills Through yellow flowers

I cannot apologize For writing what I feel inside If it is hard to read It is harder to live I will understand

You must commit To an outfit Where are you going? In sporty yoga pants Athletic top