My Rhythm
He wouldn’t want to
dance again after this time
I’m stepping on him
Pressure Heading Toward Implosion
Many things to do
Without appreciation
Challenges my mind
Pressure building more and more
Overheating
Outward anger turns inward
Spinning Plates
Balance and security go out the window,
You take the weight of the world in tow,
You long to have yourself more space,
And tears tumble down your saddened face.
Keeping everything under control is your task,
How you long to remove your mask,
Someday you might achieve your fame,
And all will know your Glorious name.
Within this prison you create for yourself,
You know that you never will get true wealth,
All of your boundaries, you keep bending,
And your internal battle is never-ending.
Everything you do is just for show,
You are too stressed out, but they don’t know,
Breaking is your intricate heart of lace,
You Wish it were over, but not in this case.
For your service, all will ask,
In some downtime, you long to bask,
Perfection has always been your aim,
But, in the end, it is always the same.
You want to achieve great style and stealth,
So, just ignore that, which is true self,
Continue to give the illusion you’re winning,
And just keep all of those plates spinning.
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