“You know you could go to bed earlier?”
“And do what? Sleep? I don’t have the time.”
“With how often you your mouth’s open and stretching? You’d have more time than you think”
“Nah. All that’s because you bore me.”
“You know you could go to bed earlier?”
“And do what? Sleep? I don’t have the time.”
“With how often you your mouth’s open and stretching? You’d have more time than you think”
“Nah. All that’s because you bore me.”
Every night Walter left cookies beside his bed
Never expecting them to be gone by morning, but a small part hoped really hard
They were his offering to the Sandman for dreams that never came
Eventually the Sandman had to get hungry and grant him his wish of a dream. It was Walter’s only hope
Reaching for a snack as he got out of bed, he didn’t notice that the cookie he took reappeared as he walked away.
Focus was impossible in his current cerebral state
Obscuring mental mists drifted along his eerily muffled mind
Giving up he went to bed hoping the dawning sun would burn off the gloomy gray
Reaching into the sack, he handed his daughter a small potato
And her look of disappointment hurt his heart so much
That was the best he could do, at least she would have something in her tummy tonight
If he could do more, he would
Only if he gave her more now, she would go without later that week
Now to bully his hunger into being quiet until he got her to bed
Determined to go to bed sooner
Enabling a more refreshing start to the week
Fumbling through the stuff that had to be done
Everything taking so much more time to do
And some of it didn’t work out at all
Then the clock read 2 a.m. and he had to admit…
Being sick is no fun
Looking at your to-do list
And not having the energy needed to check anything off
How much longer till bed?
Boosting those around her every day
Underpinning the sagging self-worth of the masses
It was a never-ending battle against the entropy of existence
Leaving her drained every evening when she went to bed
Drifting to sleep while praying that she could do more
Everyone was amazed how much one woman could do
Remarkable a mother could do
Time to go to bed.
It’s been a long and trying day.
Ready for the sun to rise, marking a new beginning,
Except I still need to get these three things done.
Do I have to do them tonight or can it wait till tomorrow?
Begging sleep to stay the night
Engaging all my wiles to captivate
Despite that, sleep just took the taxi home leaving me wide awake
Pushing it down the road
Until I have more energy
Now I have something to post
Time to go to bed
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