Blown here and there
Wake up and leave home,
Feels like you got here –
And now it’s back out the door.
Life is a blur, a marathon in
A never-ending list of responsibilities -
Satisfaction is crossing off a task,
No time to reflect or feel.
Wife in Mexico working also,
We’ll be together sometime
In the future –
And maybe exhausted we will
At least sleep side by side.
Adult life, adult life, adult life.
We live for other people, not ourselves,
Endless responsibility, exhaustion.
And I chose this life,
Of sound mind with other options,
Believe it or not -
I kind of like it.