Overgrown

You said it again, the mother, the friend

The storage, the fights, the language, the sighs

You said it again, the writer, the man

The luggage, the sights, I'm foreign and slightly

Overloaded overlong

And some things we have overflown

Overdone and overgrown

And the kids getting older

What for

To be open and open again

Slightly...

We are over and over the edge anyway

I'm too intact, that's all, in fact

The joys we meet are ones we don't need

Overtook and overlong

And we thought we could overlook

Overdone and overgrown