I always hear you say as you speak in tongues,
"The soul must be somewhere around the lungs
Because that is where all my emotions are"
Then you would write that into your grimoire
You would light candles, scent of vanilla and lavender,
Convinced the negatives would go back to the sender
And as every summer your mouth chants, "Carpe diem!"
Your head becomes a surfacing museum

Guide my steps, you know where you are going;
Your past has taught you to be wise and all-knowing
Take care of me, you'll be taken care of, I'm here;
Believe that your heart is always sincere
The books on your shelves make your space sacred
And you have no energy for revenge and hatred
Tomorrow is not promised, yet tomorrow you expect,
Expectations should be bending down to show you respect

I can show you how...