Headed nowhere
Driving the roundabout
Over and over again
Rustling through piles
I find nothing but a paper cut
And some library books
From years gone by
Is my life really this meaningless?
The same cup of tea
Another rerun on the screen
A repeat, I repeat
Dishes, laundry, diapers
Workouts, showers- when will it end?
It's almost like I'm followed
No, even hunted
By the flow of it all
These daily burdens that drag me down
All of it just pulls me down.
Like a whirlpool
Swirling under
Deeper and deeper
Around and around
Going in circles, going in circles...
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