The barrier of time shrinks, the hours speed away.
I find my eyes opening to the sound of an alarm,
And that is the only thing from day to day.
I truly miss the comfort of sleep,
I'd never trade it for the world.
In and out, all the time, it hurts me deep;
To be at rest in my home again,
It would be delightful,
But I don't see the sun behind this rain.
There is so much work to be done.
I want to lay in a field
To quit life's constant run.
The hours don't expand, there is never time enough.
There is only the daily rush,
It is only the neverending rough.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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