At the end of the day,
When the world stops moving
And I stop giving, serving, doing…
I collapse into my indulgent need
To be selfish.
Depleted and exhausted
Cranky and empty
Closing in…
I offer little
You want more.
I stretch through
You bend too…
We meet there.
My light now dim
We soak it in
Once again.Â
You always get the leftovers.
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You work so tirelessly
All day long
Numbers and figures
That are relentlessly torturing.
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The pressure builds high
And the stress overwhelming…
You come home to collapse
Into a haze of meandering.
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Not quite there
Your presence murky
Stumbling around the chaos
