Our lives are too full.
There’s never quite time,
Always moving from this
To that, filling the days.

There’s never quite time.
I miss what used to be,
Before the days were filled with
Chores that seem important.

I miss what used to be
In the days before there were
Chores that seemed important,
when it was only us.

In the days before there were
Choices, choices made easier.
When it was only us,
And we could be selfish.

Choices, choices made easier.
Our lives may have been empty.
Enjoying selfishly to not be
Always moving from this.