I have no words,
I am so tired,
it is so hard,
I’m just not wired.
Not wound up,
clock no springs,
Not tick tock,
None of those things.
The baby is loud,
the kids around,
the job so rough,
excuses abound.
I’ll do it tomorrow,
you cover today,
We are so busy,
who reads it anyway?
It never was
my only dream,
I never thought,
it’d be anything.
There are better
things to do,
there are “rather”,
and “wanna” too.
Games galore,
books to read,
shows to watch,
things we need.
We shouldn’t write,
we shouldn’t sketch,
we shouldn’t draw,
it’s such a stretch.
We should just sit
and mold and mildew
and become
dusty nothing-new.
And only whine
about could’ve
and sigh
and wish we would’ve.
All that said,
I guess I’d better.
Because if I don’t
I’ll wish I’d never met her :P.
Wordsremember 