I re-read silly lines

that made sense at the time

pages all stained with tears & red wine & I

walk through the airport & read magazines

every face that I see

so much younger than me

& I drink & I think

how I don't even miss

my glorious past or the lips that I've kissed

& I smile to myself at how easy this is..

easy to breathe, easy to live



I remember when I would tear myself in two.

Over how to be, what to say & what to do

did you really like me better then?

did you really like me better when

I was a fool?



So I live in these days

but I still have my old ways

my future, somehow, she has yet to arrive

& I see all around me the Women On Time.

Kids & divorces & crisis in midlife

so do I surrender & give up my dream

for a brick in the wall & a washing machine

grow up & get real

have a kid in their teens

who won't care what I've done

where I've been, what I've seen



.. & I wonder why I tear myself in two

over who to be, where to be & what to do

'cause I know you liked me better then..

I know you liked me better when

I was a fool.



I'm free to a fault.

45.

Playing guitar.

Living my life.

I fly down the highway

sun on my face

I belong to nobody.

I belong to no place.

I cry over poetry.

& I laugh at myself.

still, I'd rather be me.

than anyone else.