How tired is to tired

Up
Late nights
Are my time
Down early mornings 
When I sleep
My life is no longer mine
Time is no longer time
My mind tries 
Keeping up is not insight
Feelings on
Outta sight outta mine
I get it now children change everything 
Life can be blissful 
Love is still my missile 


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