over-work and over-striving
to be 'all things to all people'
means we have our colours
bleed out into a murky grey

the next day after azure blue
and smiles with sunshine-yellow
sparkling with the starry sky by night
- the bill has to be paid for the excesses

and a mop-up comes when your sinews  
have been stretched, and burnout brands us
crowding out wherewithal as the smell of rubber
assails on cornering too fast through the hidden shadows