Standing in front of the coffee
That only one of us will drink
Staring at the red reflected bubbles
We have no thoughts to think
Too tired from two coldy kids
Nights laid too long awake
Blocked up noses in the early hours
On call without a break
And now the seasons close up around
We're up before the sun
Dark envelops body and soul
No light for Summer fun
Our energy levels are twisted
They're crumpled up in a ball
And with blank paper and empty pens
We feel our creativity stall
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