Selective (Poem)

It is never enough

It is never enough

Roughly tough

Nothing but chaos and stuff

That

Has your hands in cuffs

...

The next thing happens that makes the next thing happen

Like a cycle without an end

Forgetting becomes simpler

Rejecting becomes liklier

Frustration mounds faster

Whether

We want it to or not

And then...

We quit

It hurts

It hurts

It's gutted

It hurts

...

So...?

Take a moment

Breathe

Believe

Have faith and see

See that in small amounts or grand

There's a chance in hand

Time is full of worth

Much worth

Length varies

Varies daily

Though priority is the true matter