Passed my exam.

I'm going to be a moghul.

Tired woman

It's a Thursday. I worked the job I'm so grateful for.

And I spend allot of the time on the train. Which is awesome!

Thank God for the job
Thank good for the train.
Thank good for the meeting I'm too tried to go to.
But I'm going anyway.

Up coming corny idealistic talk to myself.

Blessings are to be thankful for not to be managed!

Poor little rich kid.
Not that I'm rich...

Point still stands.
It's tough having so many friggin blessings that I'm tired.

Great career opportunity. Great man, great kids, friends, family, and fellowship and church.

And I laughed at least twelve times today.

Lol. My day is not over.
And I asked for it.

I wish i could drink.

I'm not really sure why.

Drinking is not fun. I feel like crap and it has the potential to run my life.

But as I sit on the train. I'm thinking. A glass would be nice.

But I think I don't even know what I want.

I don't want the headache, heartache, stress or hangover.

But I want something...

It would be good to figure it out.

So I'm not stupid one day and really think it's that drink.

Chéri

We're meeting at the light.

On one of the first days,
I put my arm in yours, as a gentle way to say,
We'll cross together at the light.

Traffic swirling all around us
Strange forces that surround us.
We stepped into the street,
A quiet energy began to seep.

We walked and kept on walking,
We talked and kept on talking,
Barely noticing others on our travels;
That fact still makes me baffled.

That beautiful creator up above.
The one solely devoted to love
Quietly promoted us to love
On that last day,
Dare I say, we'll be meeting at the light

The obstacles to traverse,
The wounds and fears to nurse
There's a general direction we'll take.
Decisions we'll have Divine help to make,

At each light;
trying always to go straight
or right.

Yes, we have a boldness.
A warmth to counter others' coldness
We disregard international borders,
Dismiss convention's orders

Make me loud in the dark,
hit the private parts.
Put your finger in my mouth,
Then let me lick you South you u
cry out in return,
Stoke that fire,
Increase the burn.

I'm so glad;
Feelings I've had,
Must be  mad ;-)

But I'm writing my first song,
Because we're meeting at the light.