Keep Up The Good Work

Everything is on countdown

The apartment and the buds on the plants

Stubbornly surviving the drought cause they know what is coming

Now there's space in the room

And a space in the womb

With velvet pillows and soft boiled eggs

We built a nest of privilege

Keep up the good work

And time is a taker

Not a giver like I was told

Everyday I lose my son

Just to wake up to another one

And I walk in a haze with a glazed face

And a need for help to support my bones

Just continue it gets better

Curves and rules and letting go

If I keep this new one alive

It must be a deal that someone keeps me alive

Applaud me I'm eating

Applaud me I'm breathing