Trying To Comply

Waking up at seven so I can be there by nine
Just seems so completely out of line.
Especially when there isn’t that much to align.
That, in itself, must be some sort of a sign.

Sitting here by people surrounded
Not really doing anything,--- I am astounded.
I’m trying to give Marijo a break,
Even though against all odds my heart aches.

I need an ally, as I try hard to comply.
But whenever I take to the sky
It seems like my wings get clipped and
It’s hard to fly.
Sometimes I just want to cry,
Still I’m trying really hard to comply.

I guess they do sometimes go out
But I can’t go, there is no doubt.
The van they use
Is kind of like a caboose.
It’s hard and scary for me to get in and cut my fears loose.