Thinking

I think about my life all the time
Sometimes I feel like it's stopped on a dime
Sometimes I am very sad
Still others I am very glad
I have so many emotions I don't know what to do
Sometimes I com unglues
I fall apart and need fixing
I am mixing
My life with yous and yous with mine
I need to be like a windchime
I need to blow in the wind and be free
Be free to be me
If I'm not free to be me
Then who else can I be?