What do you do... When you can't do what you love... when those who now seem to have waited... for this very thing to come up... they now have you where they want you... no way for you to escape... they all say that they're sorry... things turned out for you this way... then they try to act as if, they didn't want something similar to come about... now that they would have you to themselves... no reason for you to go out... other things that were of interest... now have less of a glow... the thing that made you happy... may now forever be gone... some comfort you with suggestions... of doing some related something else... how can you even think to settle again... for less than you want for yourself... life can become a prison... even of our own design... and to have been thoughtful for somebody... can take you from your own life... and when you find you've given away... all but this one thing you love... what do you do if life deals you a hand... and overnight that one thing is gone... dedication to others happiness, has consummed most of your life... and you went along as they took what was there... as long as this one thing survived... you stepped up to care for others... who never cared for themselves... you accepted the responsibility, financial and everything else... you knew from the start it wasn't for you... but you felt that it had to be done... you stayed to long now for leaving... Lawd, look at what I've done... I kept me from my own life... and now through no fault of my own... I may have lost the only thing... that made me want to go on... each person, yes all, they tell me... not to worry it's not really gone... and even if it is they say... something else will surely come along... I guess they don't understand me... like that is something new... I know they don't, they never did... and now I'm so confused... Is all I did worth nothing more, than what each from that offering took... Is there nothing meant for me to have... a litt'l something for myself... and if it's really over... what will I really do... cave in to the rest of their "please me" things, as it seems that's all there is left... I'm to tired I say... to beaten to care... to search for me something else... I suppose I'll just have to figure it out... like always, all by myself.