Sometimes you feel you can't push anymore
Mentally and physically exhausted, your head spin
A lot keeps happening but you have to keep grinding
The hustle is real and everything calls for your attention
You are either in a mental state of detention
Or physically you feel so spent and your body is in suspension
It's easier to make excuses and get pity from onlookers
It's the human thing to desire sympathy from others
But ask yourself, what help does that give to you?
Pity or sympathy is a soft cushion on a barber's chair
It keeps rotating and it's comfortable but heads nowhere in particular
It's easier to lose track with little distractions here and there
It's easier to get comfortable with pity parties too
Chin up, no one can make the needed step without your approval
If you don't move, no one would take the leap for you
I understand that life can be draining and I feel the exhaustion too
I know people might betray you and I've had my share too
Nothing moves until you make something move
Everything answers to your actions or inactions
Exhausted, yes, take a pause, take a step back, relax and go again
Thank you for your time.
My pen doesn't bleed, it speaks, with speed and ease.
Still me,
My tongue is like the pen of a ready writer.
Olawalium; (Love's chemical content, in human form). Take a dose today: doctor's order.