Pile up

May 17, 2016

The tasks keep piling up
It feels like I am being buried
Alive but hardly
Under this endless stack
Of triviality
So many options
And was told no time
But the seconds keep ticking
And the sun rises and falls
And still the pile stays and grows
I feel like I am under it
Longing for greener pastures
Where the grass and the sky
Are all in sight
Maybe that would feel
Just alright
No more mountain
Of desolate demise
Only opportunity
Yet to be realized


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