Broody

Hoping, dreaming, basically feeling
Water my flowers, dust webs from the ceiling
Ache till I sleep, I can’t think I feel weak
Paint a frown for something to do
I am told I’m getting old
I’m lazy, crazy, broody for babies
I hate being a cynic, there’s no love in it
I wish I was happy for you
I am just quietly patient, entirely vacant, you see all my flaws
The man at the top sucked the potent out of all my pores

But all this time we orbit fine
All this time

We wrap shit in plastic we killing her planet
Fallen eden, gods breeding heathens
It’s us that ain’t fine, mama has all the time in the world to turn it around
I am just lounging, the curtains look sad
So concerned for our mothers but what about dad
We carry like boulders our parents on shoulders
Carry the lost to the found

And all this time we orbit fine
All this time