A Bitter Pill
Dreams provide a sweet elixir.
Reality's a bitter mixer.
Frustrated, trapped, not knowing why,
Lead wings sometimes won't let me fly.Choked by petty nine-to-five,
I long to feel awake, alive!
But motivation's hard to find,
When battling the daily grind.Meals to cook and things to clean,
Brain-dead from the day's routine.
Weekends aren't long enough
For cleaning, fun and writing stuff.Sunday rolls around too fast.
I long to make the weekend last.
So bedtime gets pushed off 'til late.
The week's spent in a sleepy state.Why do I procrastinate
My writing, not the chores I hate?To break free from this drudgery,
I must complete my mystery,
Realize my dream -- a novelist
On the Times bestseller list.