Jessica Cummings

(February 8,1985 / Fort Myers, FL)

Lost in the Cycle


Work work work work, work work work work, work work work work
STOP
and
do
nothing
'cause there is nothing to do
even though there is always something to do
but why would you do that?
Stay up
No sleep
Go to sleep
Peace
Except not
Because the brain still says 'Go! '
When you say
'No!
Rest! '
No Rest
Come back to consciousness?
You never left,
did you?
Begin repeat

Submitted: Friday, December 07, 2007
Edited: Thursday, April 28, 2011

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  • marvin brato (12/7/2007 4:42:00 AM)

    Good reminder for workaholics! Well, it is doing what you love to do that counts that holds you within the cycle. Thanks for sharing, a 10. (Report) Reply

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