What an experience, to live our own lives
Cause and effect create cycling drives
Deep down under and back up to surface
Continuously changing through cravings and purpose

Sometimes we feel worthless but it’s a part of the whole
You can’t have both without receiving a toll
A fee to whatever may bring many things
The story isn’t over until the fat lady sings

Was it always her occupation, or simply a hobby
Did she take vocal lessons but was afraid of her body
Afraid of the judgement, afraid of who she was
Not reaching our expectations, true to her flaws

She never loved herself and so she self-destructed
But when we break down we produce new construction
Building out of rubble, good within the trouble
Behavior has a source, pierce the unpopped bubble

Boundaries found beneath produce a trap for cheese
Stability and fertility guide us as we seek
A path and a career provide all that we need
Although we never know what may grow from the seed

Planted and nurtured, we all have been there
We tie the noose ourselves, but we’re only scared
Of real life which comes with real strife
What goes around comes around hang on to that light

Until she finds her way she continues to complain
On a Sunday morning she hears the children playing

Some are fast, some are slow,
Some are short and though they’ll grow
We find that they may pick each other out and take a blow

Some are fat, some are skinny
Some relaxed and others picky
She finds them all outside together never tripping

And now she understands that nobody really cares
The moments momentary so why not try and dare
Life is about mistakes call it trial and error
But if you never take the leap of faith it won’t be fair