Saturday 8 September 2018

In rhythm.

When there’s no time to pause for breath,
That’s when I hit a wall.
I lose my patience with the expectation,
That I will do it all.
I do my very best.
I am always trying,
But I cannot do everything,
That would just be lying.
My mind’s the first to suffer,
And then there goes my heart.
They work better in rhythm,
And not when ripped apart.

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