I've never felt more empty when there’s so much on my plate!
The days and nights, the conversations never seem to change.
I've fought routine through every breath. I've made no progress yet.
But I’ll gather all my losses, and I’ll catch my wind again.
I've never been the best at organizing all my time.
The tasks and expectations build the stress that wears my mind,
And I’m putting so much effort into things that show no compensation.
I’m cutting all the ties that leads to further frustration.
I do what is asked of me!
So why do I never see the results I work so often for,
Why are they never shown to me?
Guess I’ll turn the other cheek, like my Father always taught.
Because triumph in this world,
Will only keep me here to rot.