When I can't e'en keep up,
With the goal of journalling ev'ryday?
My life's 'bout to erupt!
There are not enough hours in twenty-four,
To do all that I must,
Without wasting time with love and self-care,
Letting all my potential gather dust,
This world was not built for the non-fulltimes,
'cept for the one percents,
Yeah, yeah, they work harder than anyone,
At social engagements.
What was my point?
Oh yeah, I've no new news,
Just some irons in fire that mean nothing,
Until I can put them to some good use.
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