Burnout

stop going so fast

you're gonna burn

out

you'll become weak all of a sudden

it'll start with a slow withering at the bones 

commencing into your nerves

your body, by a hulk overborn

calm down slow

down

simple deeds will become your burden

it'll start with a one, two

to forever blue

rewind a bit now let's see

your undereyes becoming balloons,

as they inflate by unnamed fumes

of years in hazy haste and purposeful intent

for a singular ambiguous project

your current lunacy, to be Frank, 

will leave your poor body to ache

what do you want? and what do you need?

now what do you really seek?

If you keep running and don't stop, 

the monster's limbs will move by themselves.

You'll be the Victor 

of this precarious thread

I'll give you a final peek,

it is you, unable to open the house door,

lurking from looking glasses out cove

and while you study,

are you happy?

i knows there are things you must be

places you must dos,

but that inbox is really way too 

full

and the better you get at keeping up with it,

the better you will get at that

your fingers, getting old

too shaky to standardize the bold

stop checking

stop clicking 

your insides, they're turning binary

one's in starvation

the other's getting rotten

but if you separate the deeds into parts, 

your core can remain whole

now lower your pace 

your heart

rate 

quick, hit re-

fresh and just

riide~