Busy is not what I want to be,
who signed me up for this?
A spiral of stress with no quiet and calm
Goodbye to my free time,
It blows me a kiss.
Strangled and trapped by the things,
the stuff, the mess,
It feels too late to throw it all away
is it too late?
I was warned about this.
We're told that we hold all the control
to shape and mold our lives
to create and design the way we want to be
When did I lose it?
I feel as though all control slipped away
And with it, my sense of me.
-kbf
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