I went boldly in the direction
Of an ill-conceived dream
And now I'm reaping the fruits
Of my wandering
My dreams are still dormant
What can I hope to be?
What's the life that will bring me meaning?
The easiest answer is a wife and mother
The occupation of my mother
And grandmother
There's nothing I want more
From my life at this point
And yet I have trouble owning it
Thinking like a man
Has gotten me nowhere
Don't get the point of earning for me