I cannot relax and read a book br There is always dinner to cook br I cannot think of staring into space br I may miss a chance in the rat race br I cannot sit back and read a novel br There will be snow in the pathway to shovel br I cannot spend an extra fifteen minutes in bed br There is always breakfast to be prepared br I cannot invite friends on weekdays to tea br There is always kids’ homework to oversee br I cannot, I cannot, I cannot br I am tired of being that super robot br I now need to break free from this drudgery br And stop feeling guilty endlesslybr br Sandra Martyresbr br