I wake up everyday

Travel hour by hour

Do what it takes for a living

At midnight to sleep retire

But the day isn't done just yet

It's doesn't rest with me then

It stays up late measuring its expectations

And if I haven't lived unto them

It gifts me new ghosts of yesterday

Set to haunt my tomorrow

They walk behind me patiently preparing

Reminding me I have borrowed

Time, and failed to do the bidding

Of what was to be done for a day

An army of ghosts now stands behind me yelling

To charge and all I have is today