Lying In Bed
By: James Dubeau
Lying in bed
Nothing is said
For I am one
Tired
Road dog
Eyes are red
Heavy with sleep
But my work isn’t done
As I lay here
Pondering about sleep
And dreading the day to come
Unfinished work begins to eek out
From these weary fingers
Something has gotta give
And with a little luck
A muse’s call is answered
It may just be a little something
For tonight
But I’ll take what I can get
And that is all I need
To fall asleep
Happy
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