Turning 43

When you are young, time seems to move so slow. In just a few hours I will be 43; where has the time gone? Each year seems to fly by in a flash, leaving me breathless. I want to slow it down! So, as I count down these last few hours of my 43rd year, I need to set some goals for this next year.

I will ask more questions, take more chances, relax (or at least try to), and enjoy more of what life has to offer. These are my b'day wishes to myself.



Fake Plastic Trees
A green plastic watering can
For a fake chinese rubber plant
In the fake plastic earth

That she bought from a rubber man
In a town full of rubber plans
To get rid of itself

It wears her out, it wears her out
It wears her out, it wears her out

She lives with a broken man
A cracked polystyrene man
Who just crumbles and burns

He used to do surgery
On girls in the eighties
But gravity always wins

And it wears him out, it wears him out
It wears him out, it wears him out

She looks like the real thing
She tastes like the real thing
My fake plastic love

But I can't help the feeling
I could blow through the ceiling
If I just turn and run

And it wears me out, it wears me out
It wears me out, it wears me out

And if I could be who you wanted
If I could be who you wanted
All the time, all the time