Trying to figure out the good life
is giving me messy hair.
Hours, days, months spent on something
which may come to naught.
I’m being consumed by my passion.
I can’t tell if that’s good or bad.
Is my luck really going to change on July 17th?
Is that the day to watch out for?
If so, that’s very soon and I don’t quite
know what to do.
I feel tired.
I may be in need of a break,
to find a pin that will reach
the reset button.
I feel driven sometimes,
and clouded by clutter others.
Is this what I’m supposed to be doing?
I’m on a path,
but to where and
at what cost?
Who is the being that I am becoming?
Passionate, driven, anxious, exhausted.
What kind of break am I looking for?
Long walks help to clear a cloudy mind.
The only thing which counteracts the clutter I put there.
Unfortunately, I am an artist.
These struggles will always be constant.
How I react may, however, be the thing to change.