but most of the time i just feel like i'm failing.

[amor_est_libre]

can i pull this from the air?
do i have the strength to fight?
or will i hold my tongue
til it passes through the long & balmy night?

and my mother sets the table
cleans the dishes with her hands
passed down through the poking & the prodding
& the
"don't let this get in the way of your plans"

oh when it hits me
all i can do is breathe again
and breathe through.

PRIVATE. NO TRESPASSING. (unless i say so, of course.)