All the pressure,
The expectations.
Our driving forces,
Too caught up to stop.
We’re all stuck in a whirlpool,
Struggling to swim out.
Rest means failure,
Timelines don’t allocate time.
Priorities scramble to the top,
Pushing their way out of the crowd.
The rest trampled or left,
The ones who make us appreciate life.
Best live life happy,
Balance hardship with joy.
Too much is costly,
No one can live your life for you.
Maybe I don’t know what’s what,
But who really does?
By Clay Patterson, Contributor
Patterson writes, “I’ve always had a knack for writing and the short and quick format of poems have allowed me to write without worrying too much about finishing a project. I’ve written short stories, but I feel more confident in my poems as they material was written with more belief and emotion behind it than the stories.”
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