Treadmill in my head

Running so fast

Always coming last.

Waking  up a wreck

Dragging my feet on deck.

Time is just so short.

Priorities are fraught.

Days blur into one

Devoid of all fun.

My stream of happiness is running low.

I’m searching for its joyous flow.

Root cause treatment dread.

Confronting that treadmill in my head.

 Craig (25/02/2011)

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