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.