It starts with wide wonderful eyes, full of expectation behind those first cries.
Each year older, feelings turn colder.
What once was innocence is seen only in the distance, leaving us with resistance.
Then we are found unconcenting and numb. With the goal of survival, when all is said and done.
But I have a plan… that doesn’t involve a man.
And I will take it when I can, to be free. Truely and completely with just me.
