Too much to do
Too much going on
Too much to manage
Too much to feel
Each day a chasm of shoulds and oughts
Each day a trial born of sorrows and nots
My heart a platter of food run cold
My body sensing each cell grown old
And yet, in a moment, of unforeseen clarity
A thought, still nascent, nurtures a true soul charity
Could it be?
Will it I rue?
Pari, do it now. Go to the zoo!
I search the hours of vacation time earned.
I finish one project, avoid starting two.
I sigh, my fingers bent round the ergonomic mouse.
What folly this? To what insanity succumbed?
I run to the car ere my mind might change,
My face the red of a woman deranged.
Quick unlock the lock and click the belt!
Hands gripping a steering wheel the sun yearns to melt.
Will this risk leave me burned
Work piling higher, tasks undone, unconfirmed?
Oh! So much to think!
Oh! So much to do.
But sometimes, I just have to go to the zoo!
What do you do to relax on a beautiful day?
When was the last time you gave yourself a break?