For what do I owe this minute?
This day to be called, "most blessed",
The sounds of my babes still dreaming,
and a mind that's not quite at rest.
Though darkness and dread loom about,
and death encroaches our door.
A gentle hope yet arises,
it whispers and I yearn for more.
The clock ticks on and I wonder...
Will rest come find me this day?
Or will the race laid before me,
still carry me further away?
It seems but simple deduction;
2 kids, a house, and nice cars.
We should be ever so happy,
Yet our sights are set on the stars!