Sunday Scribblings prompt this week is "Cake".
I am sitting here eating my breakfast as I type this. Wondering.
When will it be your turn
when will you get to eat your cake again.
Weighted down by responsibility and duty
That nobody else wants to have to comply to
the wheel turns slowly
if it spun any faster you would fall off the edge
So you wait for the circle to return to you
Sometimes I feel like I have spent my whole life pandering to everybody's needs except my own.
When will it be my turn.
Or is that just life in general.
In my case shut up and put up.