Fatigue

   There comes a time when, on too many days in a row,
Work has reared its head...
        Don't get me wrong, I like my work...
But too many days of work, at other's beck and call,
  There comes time a time when
     I've had enough
I struggle to wake up
   I struggle to fall asleep
      I struggle to be happy (what a contradiction, that)
I've simply had enough
   And still there are many more days in a row
      When work and obligations stand between me and a quiet moment

It's funny how being a boss
  Hasn't done the least
     To free me from responsibility
If anything, commitments cling to me
   All the more tightly


It won't be over soon