My life always feels
rushed
and pushed
packed
and crammed
and overwhelming.
I never feel like
I can catch up
enough
to check off the list
or step back
to evaluate
or take some time
to be
to think
to ponder
and slow down enough
to wander
and
wonder
why certain words rhyme
when they shouldn’t
and others don’t
when they seem like
they would.
There is always
too much to do
too much that is required of me
work to be done
chores to complete
errands to run
people to see
and books to read
and too much
in my head
that I’m always trying
to figure out
how to get out.
And ‘tis the season
of much
and
more
and
overdoing
beyond excess.
But it never stops
finishes
concludes
even when the season goes
or returns
or leaves again.