Full speed ahead, working at a fast pace,
leaving within a few days, but before then
you must move a mountain
to another place
This morning I started with hope, now overwhelmed
simply staring at the number of orders mounting,
I was willing to take it one
step at a time
But there are a million steps ahead - I feel no
encouragement to take the small steps I
make; the work seems to proliferate
at a most unseemly rate
Heart and courage sinking in unison,
the synchronised demise of
my attempts to
master life…
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