So far much can you handle today?
Perhaps it is one or two more than yesterday
Or maybe it is a half dozen less
Or maybe you threw them all in the wash and need to sit out a bit
Nobody can tell you how many you have at your disposal
So do what you can and know that it’s okay
Every nerve in her body screamed get the hell out!
Xenon lights flashing DANGER filled her subconscious.
It was time to get up and get out EXCEPT her boy was in there somewhere.
That’s why she gripped her sword tighter as she threw open the door.
She felt so cold and lethargic. Today was just one of those days.
He handed her a whiskey, and she threw it back
Oh it burned on the way down, but it then warmed her middle nicely
That soon spread throughout her body and things weren’t as bad anymore.
Conducting the music of her life
Olivia is quite the maestro
Never missing an up beat
Crescendoing past anything life threw at her
Everything is so legato under her masterful baton
Retarding to a stately pace when it was time to rest
The angels give her a standing ovation in her dreams
Bowling down her competition
Abagail paused to catch her breath
Looking for a sign for where next to strike
Laughing at how they mockingly told her to grow a pair
She threw herself into finishing them off