There is nowhere that I go, and nothing that I do,
That I don’t wonder, who will make me rue
That I should have done the other thing, or stayed just
where I was
Not that I am needed per se, but, well, because.
They need me here, they need me there, I take some but not
all
I have not yet determined how to split myself, and be home
and in the the mall.
Even when I am on the floor and playing with my baby
I just have to wonder, should I be folding laundry, maybe.
Out with my husband, should I be home for the kids’ bath and
bed saga,
I left them with the older ones which adds to all the drama.
Do they resent pitching in, and helping me survive?
Because sometimes I need to get away just to feel alive,
That vibrant way I felt when I did not feel so torn,
Of course it only lasts a few minutes, which makes me feel
forlorn.
Wherever I go,and whatever I do, I am fractured into pieces
The ones that want me to be everything to everyone, it
causes lots of creases
They are on my skin in wrinkles, and in my heart the same
Even though it’s been awhile, I don’t think I’ve learned the
game.
I don’t know how to go and do and be, and be fully present
and aware
Which makes me wonder if wherever I go, am I really there?
