
The highlight of my life in the last many years
Has been a perceived lack of time perpetually, I fear
That moments of joy and content just slip past me
Unnoticed, unsavored, blurred out by a sense of urgency..
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There are days when work seems to completely consume
All aspects of my life, leaving me running on fumes
For everything else that my life demands
When work slows down, that is my only chance
To catch up on housework, social obligations and self-care
But the nagging feeling of running out of time is always there..
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For slow mornings and an unhurried pace I yearn
The time management skills I have learnt
Help me feel productive and efficient
But do not alleviate the pervasive sense
Of a lack of time, that feeling continues to intensify
And I cannot shake it off, no matter how hard I try..
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A slow mornings on a free weekend this is supposed to be
But I feel the pressure of time already
Obligatory tasks and new projects are on my mind
I am already worried that enough time for all of them I would not find..
