go back to work.
do not waste time.

sleep is worthless.
do not waste time.

here is more work.
do not waste time.

you cannot run.
it will end you.
do not waste time.

work is everything.
your feelings don't matter.
do not waste time.

who are you without work?
correct.
you are no one.
you are nothing but work.

do not waste time.

or time will waste you.

fear
it consumes me
a staple of its cuisine
of shattered minds and broken hearts
clumping things together,
yet pulling them apart

like a toddler,
it runs through
and smashes everything
your wishes,
your dreams,
everything
has now become fear

it yells "mine!"
you respond. "no, mine!"
who is in control?
the more you question, the more you're answered
as wonder turns into worry
your lenses tinted rose
perspective gone blurry
finally, you know
that this feeling,
this primitive feeling,
was designed to keep you alive.
but all it does
is tear you down
and makes you want to die.

You stare at your reflection.
It stares back at you too.
"You're a failure." It says.
You reply. "No, you."

i can't see them
the stars
i've left them for the city
as for cheaters never prosper
i've abandoned my dreams for someone else's
and all i have left
is to gaze at the lampost
as it flickers away

there is a saying:
"all flowers are beautiful
until you're sneezing"

A link,
a loading sign,
amazement.
Such beauty, such eloquence
words i've never heard, yet always knew
it pulls strings of the heart
that i was never aware of
that such beauty, such eloquence
could from a name i've  never heard, but always knew
that i, like them, can become beautiful too.
For this is my piece
that i am to submit.
but i need not worry that it is the best,
for it will not be my burden,
it will not be my end.
As it will not define me,
only begin.