days like these

On days like these I wish I had a car.
The rain falls to hard
to justify a walk,
with my little man.
I cant hold the umbrella and push the stroller.
For I have only two hands.
I cant hold the umbrella, the mantra of my life.


On days like these I wish I had a car.
We could drive in the rain and seek out a new perspective.
For spring will be here not soon enough to cure
this cabin fever.

I'm bored.
I'll eat and the fatter I will become
the more unhappy I will be
I will surely find a way to blame one of the men in my life
for my own inadequacies,
I cant hold the umbrella.

Although its no reflection on him.

Still
I'll probably start an argument simply to fill my time
find some passion
in this other wise routine existence.

If for today I only had a car

tonight we would not fight.