Maybe tranquility is the dirt under my nails. I know it's there but I never feel like digging it out.

Daddy is jive talking
and showering the stripper
Mommy is sleepwalking
while changing baby's diaper

Waking up breaks my heart.
Getting dressed breaks my arms.
Joining the crowd breaks my legs.
Letting someone in...does me in.

I am
Broken single mother
Disconnected lover
Slow motion dresser
Dark secret confessor
White flag trend
Professional dead end

Pressure knocks at my door
A clock ticks and demands its due
The lava burns from the floor
But not in a game like it used to.

So little time to figure it all out
So many distractions to prevent success
I’m in a dark forest with no path or route
But this internal fire knows no rest.

All I did was offer to kill your dog, and the next thing I know I’m being judged.