written

Driving round staring in a trance

Not like I had plans besides twiddling my hands

Washing then drying and putting away the pots and pans

Other than that I’m just leaving it up to chance

Coordinated my life, for what it slipped right through the cracks

I guess God had to show me that nobodies above the fact

Outcomes are endless margins big as the universe

Always under packed, don’t even carry around a purse

No time for fun so I barely sit to rehearse

Words come out so strong, whether poetry or a verse

Wonder if you will get me before I’m laying in a hearse

If only we could stop time or maybe put it in reverse

It wouldn’t matter how long we were crying, aching in hurt