I am headed for a heart attack,
tension and stress are
pressing against my chest.

My voice is garbled
and I am unable to
adequately express
those repressed
truths.

Wake up to early
get my food and cloths ready
then rush out the door
before I can catch
my morning breath,
and take an hour-long drive.

I hit the gym
keep on pushing
trying to accomplish
a goal that
doesn’t really matter one bit.
Who really cares
if I get super fit?

Get to work,
knock out
an eight-hour shift
while I eat
walk,
read,
think,
write,
and draw.

Then hit repeat
on the cd player
of my groundhog’s day life.