Music

It used to mean so much to me It used to really set me free Not so much anymore these days, All it brings are questions to raise. I wish it still had a joyous effect But my attention it no longer erects. Such a sad thing, the way things dissipate I really think it's quite irate. Now all that matters is work and bills The way I live, some teens, it would kill. I love the way I live my life, though tough, It brings satisfaction, which makes it less rough. Sixteen and out on my own, Sixteen, and well, I own my own home. How exiting for me, at my mere age, I'm no longer kept in a parental cage. Jan.09