Never Enough Time
An original speculative poem
Busy schedules are truly the bane of a creative person’s existence. Whether you’re an author, a musician, or an artist, days filled with endless chores and work can feel stifling and overwhelming. Mundane daily routines turn into a prison locking away your mind, soul, and creativity.
Feeling trapped by mundane elements of life is a normal experience for me during the winter months. I want to devote all available energy to writing novels, novellas, and short stories. Regularly yielding those desires to intense demands of my day job and other responsibilities of adulthood becomes a source of stress and frustration.
Today’s poem ponders life getting in the way of dreams and how it relates to the wish to stop, freeze, or otherwise control time.
Enough time never exists to live out my dreams. Hours consume minutes. Days assimilate hours. Always chaotically busy. An all-encompassing checklist filled with mundane chores. Enough tasks are never complete. Before sunlight flees again and my battery drains to zero. Life zooms past on a highway Mocking me with a wave. I'm stuck flat-footed watching, standing ankle-deep in mud. Frustration is my companion. My ancient bucket list, untouched in a desk drawer, gathers fresh dust and mold. A forgotten and unwanted relic from a civilization never built. I wish I had unlimited power to pause time's endless march. Linger in a single moment. Eternity at my fingertips My dreams take center stage. Fate's cruel twist awaits. If time freezes, then so do I. Neither light nor air moves. Sight and breath turn optional. A life sacrificed for dreams.
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Soon ill be on that list from barnes and noble
In a good way of course.
I can't tell you how much I identify with what you write. As I often say to my wife, the things of the day clog up my creativity