Making a Living

Making a Living 

Where does the time go?

I blinked

And it was gone

One day 

Bleeding into the next

And what once was mine

Now belongs to somebody else

I fill it with their expectations

And I do it so well

I come home exhausted

And waste mine

Doing nothing

Quiet mornings

Weave into busy days

That turn into tired nights

A sleepy Cinderella

Who turns into a pumpkin

By 9pm

Day in

Day out

Doing more for others

Than I do for myself

I'm making a living

But it doesn't quite feel 

Like a life