With a gold ticket in my pocket…

With a gold ticket in my pocket…
I’m off, following a gravel road that goes on and on…
The mountains are coming down to meet me…
Alone with myself, my deeds, and my beliefs.

I like myself, so I enjoy my own company…
This allows me to listen to myself with a listening ear…
A dozen different notes of the symphony all at once…
Without an intermission.

Prying into secrets and taking my chances…
Cooled by Her invisible breath…
Learning something new with every step on the path…
Without even trying.

What is this gold ticket, anyway?
It allows me to remove all the camouflage…
To be transparent and truthful…
So that the Annie that I am now, is the Annie I am supposed to be.

It gives me the breath of life…
Be, like the pollen to the flower…
Helps me to see the blues, the yellows, and greens…
Be like a boat floating on the blue.

Sound good? Guess what?

You have a golden ticket too.

I love you,

Annie