There comes a time
A time when you keep thinking,
When you go over a thousand sentences
Just to spit out one.
You keep thinking about their outcomes
Things which are out of your hands.
Yet you pursue this madness,
The same madness which drains most of your energy,
Energy, that was meant for you.

A hope for carefree uttering of mind
Is it still there? Or is it long gone?
How long will I be a slave to this self inflicted suffocation?
I do not know.