the world is spinning too fast.

the requirements are piling up and

pressing me down, while my

wants and wishes are shunted off to the side,

left undone,

relegated to the “wish i had” category

as the race ‘round the wheel

of tasks and obligations continues,

unchecked by reason or saner heads prevailing. (sometime in 2017)

(i’ve decided to spend some time revisiting old poetry. it’s not as awful as i imagined a lot of it to be. that being said, i have absolutely no idea why i titled this “rats”, however, since i did, i’ve decided to leave it that way. i’m sure i had some sort of reason. i really should use the “mark up” function in word and leave myself notes.)