What is this I'm feeling?
Why are you dealing
Losing hands and stealing
My stability? I'm kneeling
With the acknowledgement
That the procurement
Of rest is now obscurement.
No lasting establishment
Of peace leaves me lacking
Words to end my slacking
And silence. I've been packing
Down all emotions and stacking
Daily duties of life on top.
But it's time all that stopped;
Time to harvest the crop
That's ready to drop
From exhaustion
And too much caution.
My only option
Will soon be crossing
To a place of no return--
Where it's crash and burn.
Will I ever learn
That while I may yearn
For certain situations,
Life's not on vacation?
And unrealistic infatuations
Only steal my dedication
From the truly valuable,
Seemingly unattainable,
But always rewardable
Higher plane of life.
