All That I Can Be

Cell phone lights,
drying eyes,
telling myself lies,
four hours til sunrise.

Very little sleep,
up to herd the sheep,
or is it herd the cats?
yeah something like that.

Annoyed from the drive,
annoyed when I arrive,
so annoyed I want to cry,
but exhausted to even try.

Dealing with constant control freaks,
an insistent need to overspeak,
to be right about everything,
and my coffee still has its heat.

Tired beyond what they can see,
expectations still leveled upon me,
two more years until I'm free,
I've been all that I can be.