Tuesday, May 24, 2011

Pressure cooker

++ Pressure Cooker. ++
There is a pressure cooker I know to well
The pot is my head
A thousand responsibilities swirl
And there is doubts enough to feed
All the world and have some left over
The days are moving on
The hours tick and even doing
All the things I endeavour to do
Seems to little seems to few
Of all I have to do is done
And so the pressure builds inside
Must stay healthy and bear this weight
Complete professionalism in all I do
Or else it seems I might just break
As illness and employment doubts
The things I cannot fix myself
Become a burden beyond gravity
Atlas needs broader shoulders
And I need an escape
Ans so the pressure builds inside
And I dare not yield to tragic fate.

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