You wake up to demands
Some asking You of you
Some asked of you
Some rushed and shoved in the face of you
You lean in
You lean out
Some in the form of dead-lines
Some in the daily life runs
Some and some every day comes
You want to jump to answer
You can’t resist but to become the dancer
Knowing all too well, time is limited
Knowing the rush that asks you to be unlimited
The guilt trips either way
The blood boils without a say
And in the moment the demand reprimands
You stay still, waiting for the second to drop its hand
Asking you for more
And more you gotta give
Demands… demands…
Such a fool errand in this land
If it weren’t true
You're being stuck to it through and through,
One day, you might wake up
without a demand to jolt your cup
and wonder how it could ever be so
silent in this endless sea
That not once you asked the demand to stay
Not answering to its ask or its way
But simply remain true to the moment that it came through, listening to a seed of hope rather than jumping to catch it with a rope.
Demands… demands… insist not for you to resist but somehow all falls through to answer the call in its time due without a whisper to be said or a rush to hold you back from everything unsaid.
Until the next ❤️ beat ~.~.~
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