Analysis of Child, A Woman and A Lady. A Soliloquy

Afraid of myself, this and them. To fall again. Egos battle within, a puppet on string. And all The bullshit that it'll bring.
Failure. Lost connections, regrets and resentments.
Disappointments.
Will it be new or will it be old or will it be stuck on repeat?
What to say?
Anxiety is slowly killing Me!!!
The past is nipping at my feet.

The head is the battlefield and porn is the star!

Would it be the same?
"Like oxygen to an asthmatic."
Scared to believe because it hurts.
Scared to see because it burns.

"You ready? Have ya thought this through? Will you run? Will you hide and lie? You ready, have ya thought this through?"
(A child, a woman and a lady.)

"When it's new, it's a discovery and when it's old, it's a decision."

"Can it ever be a breeze, relaxing and funning in the sun?"

"Or A chocolate chip baking gray haired harmonious delight?"

"Will they be electrified? Fireworks or an atomic bomb? Or will they be a failed bottle rocket dud?"

"Or anything else just as long as ya open the window!"