What do you know, how low the sky

I’m exhausted. I’m moving at warp speed with no pause button. There’s always a new problem to solve, something that needs my attention right away. I’m just not sure that I can keep going on this way. I’m running a marathon that has no end in sight.

I feel the urge to stop in my tracks and stand completely still. My brain is shouting orders, and my feet simply do not want to continue the race. I somehow accomplish more, yet I’m feeling more like a failure by the second. My muscles are tense and my mind is a mess. I feel overwhelmed with fear and sadness, but my tears refuse to fall. I grit my teeth and take another step forward.

From the outside looking in, I’m hard working and getting things done. Inside, looking out; I’m a prisoner to my own madness. I can harness this power for good, reign in the beast and ride the monster to greatness. But at what cost?

I’m both fueled and destroyed by the same force. This symbiotic relationship is draining. I am both grateful and revolted by the same energy. I stand here angry and confused, trying to find the pause button.

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