DRIVING TO SOMEWHERE ELSE
Sometimes it's all too much
And I've become so tired.
My bank account dwindling
With the bills outweighing funds.
At home, children laughing too loud
And work is forever so boring.
My interest is rapidly shrinking
In the ever growing stress.
Winter is far too wet
And sometimes I'm so cold.
My hairline is constantly retreating
What remains is showing gray.
Responsibilities have become too great
And it feels so heavy.
My back and neck and brain are aching
I dream about driving somewhere else.
Others might say I have everything too easy
And they believe that I'm so lucky
My family is patiently waiting
I should be speeding home.
Perhaps I don't have it too terrible
And my loving wife so beautiful
My kids are healthy, happy, and amazing
What the hell was I thinking anyway?