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I Wanna Go Too Far
by Trisha Yearwood
'Everything in moderation', that's the way it's always been
Never gettin' out of control - never hanging it out
Always reelin' it in.
I saved my money for a rainy day
But now I've had enough of playin' it safe
I wanna go too far, I wanna go too fast
Somebody draw the line so I can blow right past
I wanna spend too much, I wanna stay too late
I'm gonna roar too loud, I'm gonna be that way
I wanna play too hard, I wanna go too far
I'm the one they all depend on
Sensible, predictable, and strong
But every now and then,
I feel like I've played that role too long
I need to rock the boat, I need to speak my mind
Just this once let it all unwind
I've gotta set this spirit free
That's hiding here inside
I feel like a bird in a cage
It's time for me to fly
I am with ya, Trish. Some days, I solve so many problems for other people that I feel like a calculator. Or I listen to unending problems with no solutions, or none that the speaker wants to incorporate.
La Leche League, the breast feeding advocacy and education group, calls a phenomenon of a mom's life with toddlers and babies on her constantly being 'touched out'. Your body becomes overloaded with the physical pressure, heat, and intimacy of clinging children. I think there is such a thing as becoming emotionally touched out.
When those around you are troubled or stressed or angry, and call or come by to talk/seek help/dump, it takes a toll. When lots of people do so, and some on a regular basis, it becomes crippling for me. I feel immobilized in my inability to cope or help them or stop them. I want to escape.
I want to go too far, away from this place.
