And now Karen, here you go:
The next time around
My heart will be beating in my own chest.
And not out on my sleeve,
Pine-ing away.
I will own myself, all of me,
I will not take it for granted.
No infatuation, no angst.
Plain and simple,
Like drawing a breath.
I will carry no baggage,
Expect only recognition.
Cutting myself enough slack
To hear what my heart tells me.
Yes, he is the one.
And he will recognize me,
Because I will be no one else.
There out of the tunnel,
Standing in the light of day,
My hat in my hand,
And and smile on my face.