Life is getting far too complicated.
The bucket keeps filling
And its putrid contents overflow,
Days when my head is just above the surface.
Others when I am scrabbling for a life preserver.
Shut-downs, Meltdowns and exhaustion.
Mind either whirring at an unsustainable pace.
Or disconnected in a cluggy, custardy lump.
So I take some time.
And try to take stock.
But life's routines and dramas,
Responsibilities,
And loved one' crisis,
Are inescapable.
The only real way to re-boot this system.
Go into nature,
And keep on walking.
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