Just like a pretzel, I am wrapped
Memories of past now are capped
For now there can be no disorder
Just want to hang on ‘til next quarter

Above, my dear guardian laughs
How I sit and think of my calves
And paint all my nails ever even
He says, “Don’t you know, I’m not leavin’?”

He wonders how I keep the tick
My worry it does make Him sick
I want to keep my mind on track
Yet most of the facts I can’t sack

I think of how I could do better
He says, “Let your mind be as a feather!”
For you cannot define how
Some people would still have a cow

Therefore, there is no master plan
Only thoughts of what will be again
So readying self is a waste
Just go out and run that ‘ol race

Of course there may be first prize
But we come in all shape and size
It matters not winning the game
But only how we keep our name

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About bognetta

Love has been so much more powerful than other people's control. I think it's all love, but sometimes it doesn't feel like love. That is because so many people are defensive, protective, and do not care to trust in that four letter!
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