Looking up from below, it's sketchy but I can see, pieces of a person that once belonged to me
When I try to grab them, they seem to fade away
memories from a past I knew but no longer have today.
Push yourself, so I've been told
be a mother and a wife,
you owe it to the ones you love
to sacrifice your life
But what do you do when you're weary
and you're tired and can't go on
to the hollow in the tunnel your existence now belongs.
I long to do the things I see
so each day I look above
and try to reach the pieces
of the things I used to love
there their, then their not
so I rest my mind at ease
to the hollow in the tunel
that's become the life for me.