Rack my brain till almost four
writings I can do no more.
Pen and paper hit the floor
muscles all becoming sore.
Sleep I will not miss I swore.
This fatigue I do abhor.
I wish I knew way before
that this could be such a chore.
All I want to do is soar
up the stairs and out the door.
So I can see the stars galore
nature calms me to my core.
This is one thing I thank God for.
