I realised too late

There's a girl inside the woman
who's waiting to get free

They think she's just a mother
with nothing left inside
who swapped her dreams for drudgery
the day she was a bride
but the dreams were not forgotten
just wrapped, and packed away
in the hope that she could take them out
and dust them off one day

There's a girl inside the woman
and the mother she became
and half-remembered song comes to her lips again

The girl would sing the melody
but the woman stands in doubt
and wonders what the price would be
for letting the young girl out

Common cold

I broke my own rules about working whilst sick.

The result is I now have serious chest congestion.

Every time I start to drift off, I cough myself awake.

It's getting worse.

So it looks like I will be out for the week. Really must try to document things better, so it's easier for other to pick up.

Sleep needy.

End Game

" And dammit, you should have discussed it with me.
I felt it would have lead to an unnecessary argument.
Maybe it would have lead to a necessary argument.
....
There must be responsibility...
It wasn't your place to do so.
Perhaps, Perhaps not. Sometimes you simply have to assess the situation and say, ' Dammit, it's me or no one.' And if you can't live with no one, then you have to take action.
....
The correct answer is: It's gone. So why dwell on it?"

Illusions

Dreams and schemes and circus crowds
I've looked at life that way

Oh but now old friends are acting strange
They shake their heads, they tell me that I've changed
Well something's lost but something's gained
In living every day

I've looked at life from both sides now
From WIN and LOSE and still somehow
It's life's illusions I recall
I really don't know life at all

I've looked at life from both sides now
From up and down and still somehow
It's life's illusions I recall
I really don't know life at all