And the noise so great it rivals the crash of a freight train.
And the disaster that is before me rivals a hurricane
And the waste of food and water and gas, rivals the average American.
And yet this is all my doing
I choose to stay on this chaos
I choose to allow the noise and the waste.
I choose to come home to these daily disasters
But with the too loud, and the counters a mess with food and the gas oven still on with nothing inside for the last hour.
I also get the chance to help with homework
And wash dishes, and tuck kids in at night
And sit in the calm quiet that is bedtime
Good night
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