Poetry

Everything

is out of control and all I want to do is chill.

Not think about all the bills and feel like my life is becoming like a bunch of drills.

Do that and that until I just can’t move and then things start to move faster and what are you doing back there.

I can’t answer all the questions for that’s not in my title, I want to work hard but last time I checked I was only getting one paycheck.

Will you worry that you really didn’t work hard enough because it was all on me?

Why do I worry when I know what the end result will be.

So stressed out like I’m about to take a test, I know I know as much as I can but no matter how I look at this situation.

Something always seems out-of-place, will I ever get enough space to have time to figure it out before it’s been too long and opportunity is up.

 

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

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