The compartments that make up my life,
Are too quickly filling.
They are breeding while I have my back turned.
People are making more and more demands on my limited attention.
I keep my head just above water,
And mentally celebrate,
When I can strike an action off my list,
As already accomplished.
I look into my mental calendar and note,
That it is in fact achievable,
As long as no wheels fall off,
Or anything goes remotely pear shaped.
I can breathe.
Even if I may not sleep.
Hopefully the adrenalin keeps the vehicle in fuel and maintains the momentum.
The question really is...
For how long?
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