Breathe Again

Did I really have years of experience? or years of daily repeats. Repeats definitely then I must indeed say my confidence has suffered. My experiences come with pain, In my love life or my work experience. As I get older, I think I am developing a more of I don’t give a , what people think of me And once again, that stupid question About who will attend my funeral, Who I have a big turnout etc. Who cares, just buried me under That old mahogany tree, my father planted Years ago...It would be sheltered me from From the harsh world, my final resting place, Love, lost, and hardship, they say love can Triumph over hardship of any intensity. Lost it so finale, can really anybody accept they fate Did you think my x , accept his death, Do he aware that he left us, last February, would he have returned in someone else body To dupe me again, into a retake of his mishaps/his lost. The ones who tell the best story Is the most observant one, to the craft? A river is a body of water With lot of stories to tell Sadness and happiness, that was cast upon me.