Barco a la deriva
Sometimes I just want to take some good old fashioned bricks and hit myself upside the head until I can think clearly. But I can’t think clearly. I thought about the picture of yesterday in its sum as I laid in bed this morning, unwilling to get up. I kept getting caught in someone else’s agenda instead of hanging back and formulating my own agenda. But I get so wishy washy because really, what would my agenda look like? You can’t make some things happen, they either will or they won’t. You can’t take care of everyone even if they are a guest in your house, because you should be able to spend time and enjoy their company. You can’t see all the people, or parts of the parade, every time you want to. You can’t sometimes recognize the supports that are holding you up when you are adrift in a thought process that is systematically zapping you of your essence. What’s a girl to do? I say try to go back to square one and find yourself again – and then begin again. In the world of LaLa – if ifs were skiffs, we’d all ride for free: 
Barco a la deriva que
Se hunde un poco cada día
Barco a la deriva que
No puede ver el faro que le guía