I Write, and Having Written, Move On
Fear of failure,
insomnia,
anxiousness,
hanging between what you should do and what you always wanted to do,
so you try to hide,
but how can you stop your thoughts
from moving in a frenzy?
they keep you awake until morning,
these thoughts keep you awake even when you’re too tired of them..
Is there something wrong with you, you wonder, or with the world?
So many shoulds and musts that you can’t keep up!
At times, it was the past that got you all emotional..
now, it’s the future that keeps you awake.. and all that should be done, all that needs to be done when you’re already lagging behind..
and all that is in direct conflict of what you always wanted to do..
how you hate conflict of the heart and mind.. of the should do and just being..
you focus on your breathing, on present, as they say, but it doesn’t work.. the mind has worked itself up.. and now you feel that in your whole body.. the anxiety racing through your veins.. the feeling of despair.. you have no idea how to calm it down, so you keep focusing on the breathing, staring at the ceiling, and writing it out, hoping it will get exhausted by itself and make the eyes heavier, helping you fall asleep.. sooner..
insomnia,
anxiousness,
hanging between what you should do and what you always wanted to do,
so you try to hide,
but how can you stop your thoughts
from moving in a frenzy?
they keep you awake until morning,
these thoughts keep you awake even when you’re too tired of them..
Is there something wrong with you, you wonder, or with the world?
So many shoulds and musts that you can’t keep up!
At times, it was the past that got you all emotional..
now, it’s the future that keeps you awake.. and all that should be done, all that needs to be done when you’re already lagging behind..
and all that is in direct conflict of what you always wanted to do..
how you hate conflict of the heart and mind.. of the should do and just being..
you focus on your breathing, on present, as they say, but it doesn’t work.. the mind has worked itself up.. and now you feel that in your whole body.. the anxiety racing through your veins.. the feeling of despair.. you have no idea how to calm it down, so you keep focusing on the breathing, staring at the ceiling, and writing it out, hoping it will get exhausted by itself and make the eyes heavier, helping you fall asleep.. sooner..
