Sowmya Hiremat

Each day I push through
A pile of todos, must dos 
Should dos, could dos 
All I see is the undone dos 
Wake up, fight the fight
Sleep, wake up, repeat.
Yes I am obsessed for i
Fear am loosing time &
Maybe I am also loosing
My mind. For to sit still
Is a to do I just cannot
Get done. 

I see a nomad
Hurrying to her grave &
Worrying she will remain
Undone before it’s time 
To ring the final bell. But
Time is myth, lie, farce.
She has an eternity.
She would see if 
she sat down & looked
At the sea or her horse❤️