no bad fur yer age, doll ..

I can do anything, got money, job and house.
Nothing holding on to me, but l feel like a mouse.
A tiny, scary, little thing who's running for their life.
Frightened of the future, need direction and some spice.

The 'lympix are now over, so this hurdle business sucks.
Searching, seeking solace for my bleeding, aching heart.
There's nothing but anxiety, zooming around me.
A visit to the doctor, blood tests come back A ok.

Stop the self-indulgent, pitiful, victim, me me me.
Look up to the sky and see what other people see.
Bright, blue sky, the falling leaves, sunshine is all around.
So l will try my very best, the past must be thrown out from me, buried deep it cannot stay, 'get lost' l tell it every day ..