Plea for nature.

I plead o winds, , don’t breath that past into my lungs
Let me assure my self that m happy the way I am
what if I have no will and desire
Let me say I’ ve mastered the art of faking happiness 
And pretend to be alive 

I do not expect any thing out of YOU
Expectations can be a failure, , 
but life isn’t thats what they say 
thousands have tried, , , and am on their way 

a shame that i carry with grace 
adorning my veil with beads and lace
Am happy the way am, , 
I have no worries to retain the goodies, 
but the women in my man 

I sleep with the sigh of relief next to a chilly alp 
with never so ending nights 
holding the pillows so tight 
just to realize, , 
Its time to go to work! 
To feed the ever so hungry stomach 

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