Without a Thing to do

Sitting here without a thing to do. Makes me miss what I use to do.

It wasn’t my choice to be born out of bounders. Am I to go back where I’m supposed to be I wonder.

What’s going to be of my life? Am I to work until I die?

So much I could have done. But because of nine numbers I’m doing none.

Or maybe it’s my fault for not trying hard enough.

Or maybe my life was just too rough.

No that can’t be it. Other people had it worse than me.

I should be thankful I never had to starve or walk barefoot on the streets.

At least I had two parents at home.

Even if my dad wasn’t always sober and my mom wasn’t always open to discussion.

And even if they barely noticed my accomplishments.

Now that I’m older I keep feeling like I’m sinking. I keep struggling but I keep on drowning.

I want to give my kids the life I never had and give my parents the life they deserve but I’m still over here without a thing to do.