Stressload

There's this thing,

inside my mind.

It tells me,

I'm never going to finish.

No, never.

I'm gonna be buried,

under piles of work.

I survive,

hour by hour.

My cup from Starbucks,

is my best friend.

I know I can't go,

on like this,

but the voice,

oh that horrible nagging voice,

it tells me to keep going.

It tells me I can take it.

I rush, from place to place.

trying to keep up with the voice.

It never tires.

I live with the energizer bunny,

inside my mind.

I'm running, always running.

I can see my goal,

ahead of me.

But I never reach it.

I'm always 3 steps behind.

Weighed down,

by my ever growing burden.

This load of tasks,

causing voices in my head.