My excuses include, I’m too weary to be bothered slowing down
Head spinning like my wild Irish rose days
My prayer? Delete dizziness from my walk
Preoccupied with garbage and air, I don’t know why
Time is running out and I’m not sure what to be focused about yet
God, I’m playing fifty two pick up with a bad back and the cards are scattered, slippery and stacked against me, it seems
I’m supposed to be focused and responsible, instead I’m fumbling tumbling mumbling wondering when I’ll walk a straight line again.