ATTERTUDE BY FIONA CUMMINGS

ATTERTUDE

BY FIONA CUMMINGS

 

I’m just not doing it. Why should I?

 And I’m not going there, why would I?

 But I am doing that, and how good am I?

 And I will go there, no one to ask me why?

I’m me not you

No one tells me what to do

Parts falling off

Must be   old glue

Pop on my coat and shoes

Run to the hills

Why not?

I owe nothing to anyone

I have the breaze in my hair to move me on

The light in my soul to make me strong

And the beat in my heart just to carry on

 

COPYRIGHT FIONA CUMMINGS 2015