It's My Life, Damn It

Relation's,

Yes, It's my life and if you wouldn't mind, I'll live it and walk My Path as I see fit.

Long ago were the years of irresponsibility and hasty decisions.

Long ago was your words, your talk and utterances.

Life then was lived as if I was invincible, I say. Oh, don't I and I know better today.

Today, there's a different I and me. As if I've known this all along, you see?

What your words meant then. Today, what they mean.

Seen?

I just keep pushing and pushing and hold tightly on to this tit...

...that will get me to the next phase in this journey on Mother Earth.

All of this that started just a very short few years after my birth.

What it was like, life, to be dependant on being abused at whim.

Never having a say or a word as to when.

Seems to me, I'd rather be holding on to this tit...

...rather than that nasty family dick.

It's my life.

Hey, what can you do when you live in a shoe? IDK. Ask a Canadian. Oui? Oui!