You don’t have to worry anymore
You’re healing faster everyday
Your body looks good to me
And your heart beats the best that it can
Imagine a river, like Joni Mitchell would sing about
Now imagine you’re free and the breeze is in your lungs
The strength you have within will stay with you
As will your shadow
There will be hardships and time to suffer
Don’t lose hope, try your best to keep at least a thread of it
You can do it, you did before , you will again
You are triumphant, you are here despite incomprehensible odds

The trees whisper secrets about a world without taxes, no paper work either
Deep in the soil their roots vibrate subtly
So slow the human ear can’t pick up
The messages
The gossip beyond time
The bedtime stories of comets
Next time you see a tree ask about it’s family
The response will sound quite similar to silence at first, but it’s just a different language

I sat down for an hour to think about the tight grip on my body and where it comes from
Maybe you have something similar
I can’t tell what’s got it’s hold on me,
But it feels boney and old
It smells like dried up lottery tickets and cracked gold teeth fillings
And it looks me in the eye even though I can’t see it, it’s one of those feelings , looks me in the eye like it knows me
But still it chokes me with it’s mass, all corners
I try to sigh for relief but I cough up dotted lines to sign on
Don’t mistake the grip for comfort
I made that mistake before ,
Many times in fact
And I came to, drowned in mud with a party clown on my back and my arms bound in friendship bracelets
Nitrous oxide balloons littered around like toadstools on a wet springtime morning
Holy ghost, this grip is tight and it eats your food
Your clock won’t stop ringing , not for lack of nothing
And you’ll be empty like me, constricted
Alone save for the one who holds you prisoner
Tear your muscles to get free
Relinquish your skull , your bones click as the cartilidge lets go
Each breath is a miracle and though your body has vanished
So too has the grip

You don’t have to worry anymore.
It’s all bees and springtime here
Barbeques and sweetheart blankets
Everybody goes to the movies for free
Blockbuster is still in business
Business is an abstract concept reserved for conference calls by mommy or daddy
Each tooth is loose and you look fabulous darling
Our little angel , we are so proud of you ,
Our little angel, you’ve done so well
You don’t have to worry anymore