The fog's moisture wets my face
I try to keep my pace
I do know where I want to go
But because of the peoples' flow
I cannot

Being in double digits is not easy
To a genie I'd say,free me
I want to blend
Yet I cannot bend
My muffin-top into my pants

Today will be better I'm sure
A thought yesterday presentent a cure
I will be no doormat
I will stand firm where I'm at
And do what's best for myself.