To see, I lift and crank my head upright
concerned with time, I start to calculate
I feel tired; think, did I sleep last night?
Still, today I gots to work and can't be late
I open my door, it's dark and cold out
It's like I'm the only one that's at home
the paperboy did miss us on his route
I turn on the heat and the light that's shown
I gather to wash: my clothes and dishes
Got to get it all done before I leave
never all, though, my dearest of my wishes
Still, I fold pant legs, boxer shorts and sleeves
Then, when someone comes home new life comes to
this constant feeling of things yet-to-do
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