Pressing Pause


frustration finds me
though i attempt to
hide behind the speed
of breakneck activity

doing lacks satisfaction
and gloats in sneering glee
as my being is left in the
choking dust of the busy

a soul consumed by the
cares of the everyday without a chance to press pause
is quickly cast into the sea

it is so hard to simply stop
and find the nearest seat
before i tumble to that inevitable rip – death by responsibility

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