Stomach turning
On my last nerve
Something’s got to give
Working
Track it
How much time do I give you
And what is left for me?
Many years of taking
While I was giving
Somehow the karma didn’t balance out
Still paying for my mistakes
Libra wants to settle the scores
Right the wrongs
Took on too much
Running
And assembling
And doing for others
And trying to grow together
Turning self-destructive
When no progress can be made
Productivity grinds to a halt
Feeling the pressures
On a week like today
Am I being smart enough?
Am I watering the plants enough
Or too much?
And what about art?
I have a lot to say
Now I lay me down to sleep…