22 July 2014

Fatigue often drops on me like a bomb.
When I’m driving that last 2 miles home.
With such a short commute from work,
It feels like my Titanic has hit an iceberg.
Work takes all the energy I’ve got.
I ‘should’ stop and rest on this spot.
But NO… I will drive on with one eye open.
While I let that other one sleep.
Talking out loud to my right eyeball,
While my left one is counting sheep.
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