There's a undeniable drive
That hits up 1200 degrees
Flying up so quick, so concisely
And maybe its because I'm not really
Makin' much
A mama type o'hen
She told me it don't feel like you at the top
In competition with yourself.

I sip the tea
The coffee
Write out letters
Set reminders
But my drive
Its grown a little hazy these days
Juggling water
Then fire
An echoing desire
An imprint on whats been and is.

The balance of life and work
I ordered the healthy vegan noms
A bun half up, half down
I've grown more restless
Fearless
But cowered in
Where I think I ought to be.

Pause the tele
The world mouthes if so
After us
Wish I'd been more involved
My rich southern white girl privilege
Hiccups like a tycoon
But its all come such a long way
Its all been so pivotal
You, you.

You, you
Me, me
Let the hustle
Rest
Maybe just for a little
While.