Ah you again, old friend
Nice to see you
You do not own me anymore
And cannot yoke me to your whim.
I know you, old friend
I’ve played your tired game before
When I was younger and had less to lose
And no one worthy at the finish line.
But we’re both grown now
And regret doesn’t live here anymore
Only the sobering self-shackles of responsibility
Discipline, its new friend,
And me at the helm welcoming the change
Of maturity, of womanhood, of beast.