Tapping out a steady beat for days now
My mind tells me to slow; to stop
To pull the cord; deploy the chute
And glide, drift, float
Letting the world direct me for once
Rather than battling fiercely
Fighting the torrents of lists tasks and types
The joyful people who cling, bleed, and suck energy until
None remains.
Nothing but a bloated skeleton fed up and picked clean
You're feeding on it too. I let you.
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