Shake away your troubles and let your kindred soul fly high.
Your Karma they will serve.... just the way you deserve.
Me, I prefer it to slowly creep in....
yet similar somehow to a text from a long lost friend.
unexpected and simple just a sweet, sweet hello.
maybe even a visit from a state down below.
i say that's my way because i know my time will come
where bundles of good karma is finally returned.
let your kindred soul fly high without breaking down.
they'll beat you with words just dont let them knock you around.
girls are hateful without losing any sleep...
they just don't realize removing all those wrinkles aint cheap.
karma came home to the lady in red, sent a doctor to marry her kindred soul instead.
she's got the botox whenever she needs
while the mean girls turned ugly like a garden with weeds.
steadily keep on trucking with the friendship game
who knows one day, for what you give might bring you fame
Shake away your troubles and let your kindred soul fly high.
Your Karma they will serve.... just the way you deserve.
(i am in some kind of song-writing-therapeutic-crazy pants-mood this morning.)
love,
m
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