Putting The Breaks On
I Can Not Tell A Lie
My wife wants me in bed now
I have a story to write but how
It is late and I have to be up in three hours
I worked all day and my eyes are blood shot red
In my wifes mind I am mud
I type while she tosses and turns
I think a thought and want to go so much farther
Maybe she is right and I should call it a night
I think not so type hands type
As fast as I can
She says nice things like can you shut off that light
Are you coming to bed
My quick thinking might save my skin
In a minute hoping she falls back to sleep
I know if I don't go to bed soon my alarm will go beep,beep,beep
Then I am up for the day and my wife will never listen to a thing I have to say
To save face I am going to bed against my better judgement
Maybe if I get some sleep I can pick up where I left off
Then again my thoughts might be gone forever
That is the risk I have to take
Or I might meet the end of my line
Some would call it fate