If I stand still and drink my fill
of the world that’s round about me,
would you blame me?
If I lose my way, from day to day
travel in circles that confound me
would you blame me?
If I search for life, leave my title of wife,
hiding the doubts inside me
would you blame me?
The question I ask, taking myself to task
it’s all about me, for can’t you see
I blame me…….
LadyP © 2010