On a deadline and I'm stressed again,
put out in space and running out of oxygen.
Work is good but work can smother,
and bury you in numbness like no other.
Can't wait til I'm done but will I make it?
Receiving pain for pleasure, but can I take it?
My head might not be in it, but till it is I fake it.
Halfway there, not even close.
But I still got time and the ways to go.
Hoping this work don't rob me my soul.
Much rather be doing something else but I'm striving toward the goal.
Will I get done, how long till I finish?
And how much of my life will I have to diminish.
It's worth the work probably.
Keep going, no apologies.
Just shaking off all of these,
Doubts popping up all inside of me