Theres a woman lives inside me, dont even know her name….she seems to think she runs the show when decisions are being made. She always has the final word on everything I think, I wonder where shes coming from, a place within, so deep.

I say, I want to have that veg, those lovely ripened fruits, she says.. Oh have the chips instead, the chocolate, cake and bread. I say I want a healthy life, you know I’m getting old. She says what does it matter the damage has been done.
I say I want to meditate, to find myself within, she says you cannot clear your mind, I fill it like a bin. I say I want to let you go, but I dont know where to start, maybe I could just talk to you, and say it from the heart. You’ve led me onto rocky paths, relationships that failed, you’re always in the background, making disagreeable sounds. I really want to let you go, and take back the control, but first I have to take the wheel and find out who you are.