I write what I want,
but should I be more daring,
and write what I don’t.
Running in circles,
even if they are large ones,
and feel like striaght lines.
It is hot today,
well that is how it feels now,
I could be wrong though.
I am suffering,
it is stress of the unknown,
that eats me away.
Waking in the night,
with dreams of work and non sense,
they both look the same.
