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 ******* on a twist And a pounding headache, You think to yourself...what a glorious mess! Where's permanence when you need it ******?!