The gears in my head used to turn so fast
part of my accelerated past...

Sex and drugs and on fire lust
sometimes myself I cannot trust...

No longer a bucking bronco,chomping at the bit
true love galloped into my life and horse sense...

Hey friend! its time that I fess' up
its becoming clear once again Ive messed up...

When it comes to snow I am not pleased
I really dont like to stand and freeze...

I have never been to France
or watched a ballerina dance...

SSHHHH! as you shush me and cover your ears all...
this poetrys so bad it should be a crime...

If I was Santa Claus know what I would do?
I would make all good wishes come true...

If you wish to see me unravel
then book me on a little air travel...

Its the new year and I start with a clean slate
this year love blooms in my garden and I'm weeding...

I know some folks cant remember the capitol of...
but have no problem remembering the last grand...

I was losing my life ,anger and strife, clueless...
the answer to my survival was written in my bible...