I must create.
Raise myself into the depths of hearts,
but I am so tired.
My legs can’t jump
and my thoughts won’t carry me further.
I can only move slowly in my sleep,
but time falls down ever so steadily.
The sand grains become mountains
and my dreams won’t carry me further.
I am so tired,
but I need to quicken my pace
for I can only be creative until I’m surrounded by my desert.
This poem is inspired by the feeling of being driven by the kind of anxiousness I get when I think about the multitude of (demanding) goals I still want to reach in my life.
It also reminds me of this hilarious web comic from Existential Comics: