This Is My Life - Poem by Evelyn Nec
Time makes no sense.
Now it's here, then it's gone
it vanishes like a thief in the dark.
Days are shorter,
Nights are shortest
My schedule is crowded
My mind is confused
I spend hours trying to have things done
I spend days doing nothing
All seems important
All seems to have deadlines now
All is scattered on the floor
I can't pick it all up
I'm drained with conflicting loyalties
My organizer committed suicide
My timetable ran off with the wind
Too much to be done in too little time
Life is long when chasing dreams
Life is short when chasing shadows
I'm scared death will call my name too soon
I'm more scared that even if I'm given 100 years,
I won't get anything done.
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