Dilemna

Dilemna
I saw a friend walking along the street one day. I pulled up next to her and said, ”what’s wrong?”
She walked around to the other side, fell into the car, and told me about her man and her pregnancy. She didn’t have this baby, but had her third child to a clone copy of the father about two years later. He has never been there, in fact, he has possibly never been responsible for any of his actions.

I feel I’ve been tired since I was seventeen.
A feeling that never really ends.
I feel I’ve had no space anywhere I’ve been.
And I think I’m pregnant again.

You take R.C. simplicity
You mix contempr’y morality
You get mixed up identity
You get another baby

First it was end of school all those exams.
Cram it all in, spill it out again.
Then I got pregnant with my favourite man.
Back behind the eight ball again.

Because, even though I became his wife
I could not begin my college life
It cut my plans like a knife
Then we had another baby.

Now it’s a different man a wanderer’s soul.
Heart of a dreamer, loving and sincere.
Says he will “help” me as “his” baby grows,
But later when I need space will he be here?

Because once you’ve got the baby here
It needs love and learning year on year.
Even when you’re tired up to here.
You’ve got to smile at your baby.

I think I’m going round the bend,
It’s good to talk with you, my friend.
I don’t know how this will end.
Don’t want another baby,
Think I’m going crazy,
Don’t want another baby.

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