Undomesticated

We have too many favourite books on too many bookshelves,
We have too many old CDs and ancient children’s games.
We have too many pets, and too many useful gadgets,
We have too many passwords and wear far too many names.
 
We’re stuck here at home and we can’t ignore the clutter.
We’re stuck here at home and confronted by our mess.
We’re stuck here at home and we have to SEE each other;
We’re in each other’s faces and we’re under great duress.
 
I’ve become my dad, who we called a workaholic,
I’ve become a teapot – here’s my handle, here’s my spout,
I’ve become my mom, who escaped us all through reading;
Home is where my feet are, but my heart wants to go out.
 
Don’t get me wrong – yes, I do adore my family!
Don’t get me wrong - I’m so proud to call them mine!
Don’t get me wrong - we’re connecting and it’s awesome!
They’re being so creative, and I love to watch them shine, but -
 
I don’t find my meaning in the triumphs of my children,
I don’t find my meaning in the neatness of my home,
I’m a selfish creature and I need to taste my freedom,
I love my stable base – but baby, I was made to roam!