Packing and unpacking
Everything you own and know,
Just to survive juggling three households in a week.
You come home to your own room,
Fall asleep on your own bed
Then wake up feeling like a stranger in a motel.
Wake up to get up to pack some more,
For another trip to who knows where.
All you know is that it's a balancing act;
This yoyo motion keeps you running somehow,
This is your life now.
What a struggle it is to keep sanity intact,
You bend over backwards to keep it all together.
As you look at your luggage
With panties on a twist
And a pounding headache,
You think to yourself...what a glorious mess!
Where's permanence when you need it damnit?!