Nothing and Everything
All my eggs are in one basket
The basket is me
I swing me over my head
And sometimes I just let it go
With other people
It will carry messages it doesn't mean
And tell messages to people
That the messages aren't meant for
One-by-one, it's eggs break
The wind blows a little
And down goes the first
It's a boy, no a girl
Maybe it was never anything at all
Just another egg meant for eating
Then discarding
The second falls to the ground
But doesn't crack
Out of frustration
I hope to bash it against the wall
Until I realize
Some of myhope is in
That poor, strong egg
The third falls and
This time I don't even flinch
To pick it up
My head wraps itself around the egg
It wants it back
It's the eggs fault
They are all falling out separately after all
But I know better
It's the basket
It's worn from holding so many eggs
It's weave is so basic
It's shallow
It's dirty
It never was any better
This is when I realize
The eggs are gonna keep falling out
Unless I sit down on this path
And figure out how to more intricately weave this life
Time to dismantle the old
