at times, it all never seems to end.

at times,
it all just never seems to end.
the words,
the wisdom,
the way.
a never ending stream of coffee,
cigarettes.
sleepless nights.
the struggle looking for the right combination of words.
the emails.
the blog.
the ideas that are wanting my attention.
a look into the past,
with an eye on the future.
the only thing that seems to matter right now is,
how much sleep do I really need.

at times,
it all just never seems to end.
knowing that there are still times,
when I need to be responsible,
and keep doing something in the ordinary.
still,
there is always the hope of tomorrow,
but I have to get through today first.