Burning night's oil
and day's rare naps
I worried over this
I bothered about that
Imagining sequences
that never came to be
And consequences
that couldn't even be
Inattention became
my way to operate
Distraction my motto
without choosing it
The list of "To do"
and "priorities"
exceeded the very
length of my days
Hobbies soon turned
into work tedious
And the varied passions burnt
last shreds of joy
And still
at the end of it all
I felt
"unachieved yet exhausted"
Until I realised
I was worrying over things
that not only didn't matter
but even not exist
Making phantoms
out of shadows
and footsteps
out of silence
I had gotten in the loop
of worrying over worrying
and taxing over relaxing
in the name of trying
to make the most
out of the life
I'd forgotten
to just live
Now I do neither
And things have found
their place to fall in
and fit
And I even manage
a few moments
when the only thing I do
is do "nothing"
the most fulfilling
of doings
that didn't make it
to my "to do" list.
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