Based on a rough year of parenting through a lot of stuff, and a minor midlife crisis resulting from the ensuing depressed exhaustion. Does not yet have a tune. I'm delighted to let anyone pick it up and try to give it one.
There is nothing I can do
And I don't even want to think.
But half a dozen bills are due
And someone's child wants a drink
And someone's child clings to me
I know it's mine, but nothing's clear.
I don't know what I'm s'posed to be
Although I've been there year by year by year
For fifteen years I've been a mother
Twenty-four I've been a wife
I know that once I played in summer
I know I chose to live this life
I know it all, but something's changed
The mirror's glass begins to smear
My loves have all been rearranged
And nothing happens year by year by year
I once drove clean through the horizon
Free as an antelope under the sun
I once got lost in a foreign city,
Stood in the river where the salmon run
Now that's me, climbing up those ladders
Silver tail flops beneath the sky
Giving my all for the next generation
Struggling home to spawn and die
There is nothing I can give
And I don't even want to see
The downward spiral yet to live
The web of love that prisons me
The bold desire to live and dream
Constrained by duty crossed with fear
The salmon struggles in the stream
And joy will have to wait another year.