
" A city of justice, city of love peace for everyone of us....Next door to happiness is sadness"
How true is this? Lately the highs and lows of my life are like running back and forth between happiness and sadness. This has been too much to bear because I don't require much, I live a very simple life, anything that complicates things becomes overwhelming for me. Simple things like grocery shopping has been stressing me because half the time I don't know what I should cook anymore. I'm going through a hormonal imbalance that left me with severe cystic acne and no choice but to try birth control. I feel defeated as I have been against drugs and synthetic chemicals in my body for so long. I think of all the causes of people needing birth control aside from pregnancy and it's all environment related. A topic near and dear to my experiences, but let's not even open that jar.
I want Utopia...what else is new?
[Verse]
When I was very young
Nothing really mattered to me
But making myself happy
I was the only one
Now that I am grown
Everything's changed
I'll never be the same
Because of you
Nothing really matters
Love is all we need
Everything I give you
All comes back to me
Looking at my life
It's very clear to me
I lived so selfishly
I was the only one
I realize
That nobody wins
Something is ending
And something begins
Nothing takes the past away
Like the future
Nothing makes the darkness go
Like the light
[Outro]
You're shelter from the storm
Give me comfort in your arms
We choose our life. Women have the power, and sometimes we lose that control when we follow our hearts and let the fire inside consume us. Love is so multifaceted. Love is an angry turbulent monster. I crave the tenderness of it all, and I fear the loss of control I experience when I'm buried by it. I miss the carefree days when I had complete control over my future and I had options. Freedom to just do whatever I want with nobody to care for and anybody to pass the time. Society and marriage does this to you, the dreams of the big beautiful house, and the white picket fence and happy smiling good babies, the sensation of his skin against yours, and the sweet smells of your home and the love inside.