how does it end
thoughts of that are simple
and perfection was the dream
but is most impossible
the actuality is so difficult
tying the end to the beginning
and the unavoidable rift in-between
teeming with action and decision
exhausting change and busyness
nothing’s done as fast as time races
in a blink the world has grown
and yet, I have not
Does anyone else have this problem or feel in a similar way at times? If not, do you have any advice? I know that this something that I have found I seriously struggle with, and there are many factors involved with it. Let me know what you think in the comments, and thank you so much for reading!
