I feel like I fail,
I disappoint myself.
Why do some things
Seem impossible to me?
I donβt know how to rest.
My contradictions put me
To a test.
My mind is like a shark,
It never sleeps.
My soul is like a dove,
Nesting brings it peace.
All my tasks
Make me want to hide.
They are not profound,
Their essence is bureaucratic.
Engaging in them almost
Feels traumatic.
Still while I perform them
I want to excel,
To succeed while
I do others well.
I want to spread positivity,
Instead I panic unwillingly.
My tasks are dancing
Through my mind,
They boogie and intertwine.
With all this dancing
I canβt relax.
I have so many,
Uncleared tasks.
How can I enjoy the sun,
How can my mind rest,
While there are
So many papers
Waiting on my desk?
I want to complete all my tasks
And feel a huge relief,
But they are never ending
And it brings me grief.
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