I’m a man with
zero band-width
Threading a needle
between home, work
minimal time to heal
still I chip away
go to bed tired each day
moments to breathe
few and far between
take advantage
hide from the scene
so much to be done
I could use a clone
maybe more than one
then I could be down
to have some fun

Between brain, body and soul
tough to keep balance
when the schedule is full
can usually handle two
three and I fall
like a drunk juggler
dropping a bowling ball
and a flaming chainsaw
on my skull
sometimes I’d rather
that to the bull
but keep getting up I must
climbing that wall
take the moments I can
and not regret at all