Poetry

Tomorrow (#1218)

Tonight, I hit the sack,
And tomorrow I go back,
I don’t look forward to returning,
The idea is stomach churning,
Responsibilities call,
And I can’t drop the ball,
It’s depressing in many ways,
But at least the job pays,
What does tomorrow bring?
It could end up being anything,
I know there’s a lot on my plate,
Most of which can’t wait,
I need to stop connecting the dots,
It’s time to empty my thoughts,
Where are those sheep?
It’s time to sleep.

Any Thoughts?

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