Shake up the smoothy of my memory

Shake up the smoothy of my memory

Inserting prying straw to stir things up
Sip anecdotes , denoting facts you could not imagine
I'd spill beans, surprising neophyte just learning how
There no need to make square eyes at me
I was also apprentice of destiny when younger

You looking at the middle aged woman, not even grandma yet
Surprisingly perhaps wildly enjoying adventures called life
Not wanting slowdown in the bit, keeping in prospective
What should i say believe or not we all start like you

Few advices i can give after my recital
Step cautiously, investing time to know the road
Trust intuition only and if you jump in abyss
Make sure it was for the good cause
Taste love in tablespoons, trying not to choke
Be brave to meet well armed disappointments
Spill kindness on the weak , old and young
And money is not most important element in system
Pursue the dreams, not waiting for someone to push you up
Caring less for the opinions of other people
Remember , that your life and your life only

Oh boy, you in the dreamland
Tired from blubbering of woman
Forgetting everything i said almost simultaneously
I'll keep my mouth shut then, the time is the best teacher

by Margaret Gudkov
art by Andrei Markin