Too BusyA Poem by ChaosCrazy at night.
My mind won't stop thinking
I sit down for a moment
How am I suppose to sleep with my self-induced attack?
Constantly going through my list; my chores-branded across my back
Nope....
Wait....
Check.... there's not enough hours in the day
Not enough time to sit and reflect in some way
my mind continuing the fight; like My list commences to slow down
Chores replaced by a field of green Stress flowing down a pebbled stream
Finally relaxed or so it seems. © 2008 ChaosReviews
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