Where did your femininity go?
You toss it out the window with all the other
Like Being, Loving, Nurturing
Took hold of what matters most, eh?
Going at such an Incredible Pace…
But you aren’t Accomplishing anything
No you aren’t Accomplishing anything
And isn’t that the point of your broken Mad-ness?
Your endless rushing?
To get to the Thing you seek?
Funny how you ain’t really gettin’ anything
Chasing your sarong in circles
That’s the kind of thing that happens
When a woman loses her sense of
And I don’t mean goal-setting
But when she becomes identified with the Flurry of Doing
But she grasps nothing
She is all splayed about
Like the papers on her desk
Or the packets that have essentials missing
Businesses can only run for so long like that
People ain’t no different
You find that out and then Spin Out
It’s an Indy 500 car crash
You try and take me with you again
But I am not driving in that race
I tossed that Panic-Panic-Ungroundedness
Out my window…
With all the other