With anal obsession i'm learning life
Let go of repression no need for confession.
Lose grip of the past let this be the last,
The stars are all cast your future is vast.
With intelligent development ill fill this
Exhale and swallow so good things will
Ending collision with care and procession,
Make an incision to stitch a new vision.
To build and to grow let the energy’s flow,
Find balance in snow and a soft fires glow.
Make peace with the trees since they cure our
There a reason we breathe and they do it with
If balance will fail we’d lose all the hail,
It’s nature’s betrayal our souls wouldn’t
The fires would cry and the winds would turn
The waters would dry and the earth would all
© 2009 Heather Merrison