This is about working as a writer and the way time just seems to slip away.
|Night has come sneaking upon me, caught me working at this infernal machine.
My eyes are heavy from the work I’ve done, all the pages I’ve seen.
I think I’ll relinquish the keyboard for now, head for the kitchen and get me some chow.
Then it’s off to bed for a little sleep, if I can keep from having to count those sheep.