I have wasted my life on this crap. And I’m tired of it.
Wouldn’t it be great if we had a map Of everything to come?
Hardest thing I’ve ever done, growing old. Being comes at a price.
I find the World is growing extra cold, And I don’t have the time.
Five hundred loving me is not enough To make me feel beloved.
Not when my childhood was so very rough And cannot be relived.
Can I handle the year of twenty-twelve? And the election messes?
And the human madnesses we must delve, To fix this rotten Earth.
Womanhood has ended for this old girl, I must be a human
And try to find the deeply hidden pearl, That gives life a purpose.
I have to find the path to inner peace To reach to help others.
My fantasies and daydreams have to cease. I must accept my path.