Where Am I

Where's the firey temper that I used to know Where's the passion for life and fun Where's the love that was so strong that emotions would overspill and make me cry... ... with happiness Where's the energy I used to feel all day And the urge to party all night into the early hours Where's that jealous streak that made me mad when your focus was on someone else... ... and not me Where are the days I used to drive for hours Just to see somewhere new or get a new perspective Where is the urge to sit out, ignoring the cold just to watch the moon and stars... ... shooting by Where does all the time go that I used to spend On hobbies and things that I enjoyed doing Why do books lie dusty and un-read on the shelf Why do I pass over all my high fashion shoes... ... for comfort inside this quiet, sensible, timid old woman That sits here, writting these words Am I there, somewhere, deep down inside Waiting for what? freedom? release? to finally let go and to accept, and be this newer, older version... ... of what is still me!