They say sleep is the cousin of death,

Maybe that's why I don't get enough,

Living so hard I don't have time for either,

I want to relax but I can't take a breather,

Late nights, dirty diapers and milk,

Drained and defeated is all that I feel,

Even small tasks feel like running up hill If you don't give yourself time to heal,

I work hard, trying to get ahead,

I write one and than I'm writing the next,

Sleep try's to cuff me but I'm fighting a rest,

I will not quite until I've finished the task,

Another day spent taking care of the kids,

Lot of late nights chasing dreams that I have,

Lot of deep water that I'm pedaling in,

But I'll wake up tomorrow and do it again.