My free mind is allowed to think For myself and nobody else My free mind sends me messages That I can chose to share with my friends Or keep it to myself And I understand that I have to make the choice
. sensibility on down cold out while old yet lungs open, struggle more mindful of memories, still hunger on measures of hurt every bone feels frail and sore my heart lies broken Me too went for a run early as usual, 5 miles or so — it was cold and felt that way Deep down under the skinSo I did a ditty about dotage as it is in the dark and being old — and on your own yet not alone01.16.2025.