“Do you feel confused, uprooted, at a loss-almost depressed but not quite?”
Sure always
Doesn’t everybody?
We play this game called life
You know-
Job, family, home
Creative frustration
Walking a fine line between
healthy and dead.
It’s a bad juggling act at an empty circus
Confused? Sure. No one told me
Most of what I should know
I found out the hard way
Once I figured it out
I find out I’m wrong
Been uprooted like trees after a tornado
Happened so many times
I can stand upside down
Lost? Never been found
And depression?
We dated for years
Depression is that bad relationship
That won’t give me back my key
Yes- life- good times there
Headaches, bosses
Dishes and unmatched silverware
Frolicking in laundry and car repair
Lucky I made it this far
Haven’t slit my wrists
or driven off a cliff
The body holds and the laundry piles up
Money problems and bouncing cell phones
Take your pills and water the plants
Feed the cat and mash the potatoes.
It’s all there.
Like a found wallet
You gotta look inside.
You hope for riches
You end up with dimes.
(First line taken from Finding your Way Home by Melody Beattie)
