Having recognized a purpose also comes with a plight.
You end up living in the fight.
I’m exhausted, I’m tired.
I feel it in my bones.
I’m always in the zone.
And it does take its toll,
On your body, mind and soul.
Having to wake up on each day,
trying not to lose your way.
And don’t forget what’s important,
Why you’re here in the first place.
My life isn’t mine anymore,
but it wasn’t really mine even before.
it’s always been of a bigger scope,
first a family asset,
now a feminist fucking joke.
Can you imagine living for yourself?
Might be better off being dead.
So I’m thankful
No, I’m thankful.
For the tired in my bones,
For I’d rather wake up aching,
Than wake up feeling cold.
