something happened on the way to babylon
woke up earlier than usual
still late
late again
rushed to clear my hair off my face
to see
whether the world is in its place...
my mother taught me everything you see.
to dress, to look, to cook
to fight, to fear in tear...
what she forgot is
what i had to learn myself
so, forgive me if i screw
something happened on the way to babylon
