What am I doing? where am I going?
this balancing act becomes more difficult each day,
on a tightrope without a net,
to sub, to work at the store, to write poetry,
to write my blog, to take photos,
splintered, spliced, sliced and diced,
this vego-matic is eating me up
fragmenting me into small pieces.
I am stuck, frozen and running out of time.
If I continue, I will accomplish nothing,
and say this is what I will do
and do it, just do it.