Running on Empty…

A ticket in hand, I was almost home.
Delay... Delay... Delay...
Ten o'clock turned to eleven.
Delay... Delay... Delay...
Eleven turned to twelve.
Delay... Delay... Delay...
I walk in the door, it's a quarter past two.
Delay... Delay... Delay...
The alarm goes off and the day begins a new.
Delay... Delay... Delay...
Only three hours of sleep and I'm running on empty.
Delay... Delay... Delay...
No coffee is strong enough but my purpose is plenty.

~Running on Empty by Nina Soden