Sawing Logs

 

I’m sittin’ at my desk
Sawing some logs
My brain is stuck
I can’t move the cogs

I’d say I’m half-asleep
But I don’t like lyin’
It’s far more than half
I feel like I’m dyin’

Exhaustion has taken over
I am dead on my feet
Sleep is funny because
Of the way it feels so sweet

How can something
I can’t remember at all
Feel so good to me
When I am out of its thrall?

 

And yet here I sit
Wanting to sleep some more
My head hits the keyboard
And I begin to snore

Zzzzzzzzz…

 

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Give me a few weeks and I will adapt.  Meanwhile, my new schedule has me feeling tired a lot.  On the bright side, it’s Friday, my one day off, so I can nap all I want today.

 

This week is done; see you Monday.