I’m lost,
I feel like a drop of water
searching for it’s next water source
to move down the window pane.

I’m feeling unmoved.
Like the water drop
I feel stuck.

We are both in an unmoveavle state.
What happened to me falling from the sky and
everything going so good?
When did I hit this window,
why did my watersource run out and
why does there seem
a drought right now.

We have a lot in common
water drop, we really do.

I need to get moving,
I need to give my daughter everything she deserves.
I need peace,
I need strength and
I know if I hold on
it will come.