Waking up lately seemingly fine or, at least, believing so. Following the routine, the mastery of one’s lifetime. Ticking off some milestones, fitting in with conventions. Still managing to aim those efforts at what seems like a good life. Let’s just keep it up, shall we?

Every decision counts, but needing more time to put it to practice — every sleep counts, but needing more caffeine — every piece of information counts, but needing more time to process it — every idea counts, but needing more brainpower — every smile counts, but needing more emotion to express it — every movement counts, but needing more energy — every minute counts, but needing more hours in a day.

Starting the day lately seemingly fine or, at least, believing so. Rushing to work. Moments to re-evaluate the current derailment, that off-track incident, lick the wounds, and plaster the holes. Actually, no time to spare. Can’t schedule in for such nonsense. Running late already. Let’s just get on with it, shall we?

Balancing the diet lately seemingly fine or, at least, believing so. Choosing from the menu, then assessing what’s on the plate for today — appetizer’s stressful compromises. Pouring a glass of pure panic. Now onto those already over-promised diary pages. Followed by complimentary bottled frustration, the main course arrived. Marinated in a build-up of exhaustion, now roasting with more excuses. Again, an extra dessert, sprinkled with chaos. Acknowledging that these taste buds are getting bored. Palette is already disinterested. Let’s just have one more bite, shall we?

Keeping fit lately seemingly fine or, at least, believing so. Boosting the energy regularly. Downing yet another coffee. Hoping for the brain cells to align correctly, once again. Repeatedly exhausting the effect. Drowning in an inability to think or act straight. Driving on autopilot, but not even aware of being sat in this vehicle. Not even aware of being this tired. Not even aware of this head becoming somewhat blurry. Not even aware of how it all ended up being like this. Let’s just ignore it, shall we?

Every decision counts, but needing more time to put it to practice — every sleep counts, but needing more caffeine — every piece of information counts, but needing more time to process it — every idea counts, but needing more brainpower — every smile counts, but needing more emotion to express it — every movement counts, but needing more energy — every minute counts, but needing more hours in a day.

Falling asleep lately seemingly fine or, at least, believing so. Morning hours, eyes wide open and wandering across the ceiling. Heavy mind, overwhelmed with thought. Sore body, tense muscles, yet more stiffness. Rising stress levels, dizziness from shortening breath. Irregular sleep cycles, no dreaming, just the inevitable pass-outs.

Yet another member of this burnt-out society. Let’s just accept it, shall we?