... # ts

I'm pretty good,
but eventually
I burn out

"I'm sorry" I say-
"Could I get back to you in March?"

"That's alright" I hear,
"Take your time"
"Take it easy"
"Put yourself first"
and I want to...

But everything keeps moving

I can't stand still
just watch the breeze
I can't root myself

I just get swept along