Wednesday 13 March 2019

Against a rip.

I do not know myself,
When I don’t have time to breathe.
I keep completing all the tasks,
Like there is no reprieve,
Yet it does not feel like progress,
More like swimming against a rip.
Am I achieving something here,
Or just letting myself slip?
Is this all part of the process,
Or just an errand for a fool?
Am I heading on and upwards,
Or just someone else’s stool.

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