Pulled like the force of a hurricane
Spinning out of control
Waiting, needing, forever pleading
For my attention to call their own
Making myself available
Like I’ve got nothing else to do
I’m a rock in the litter of pebbles
The one of a chosen few
Through the storms that rip right through me
Chiseling away the stone
I can’t be everything to everyone
With nothing to call my own
In reality I lay in wait
Ready to solve another crisis
Like the calm before the storm
Leaving Mother Nature to her vices
Like an active volcano
Waiting to finally erupt
Going through the motions
Ready to suck me up
As devastating as a fire
Destroying all in its path
I can’t be everything to everyone
In all the aftermath
Copyright Wendy Murphy 2007
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