In hours of leisure, time slips through my grasp,
As restless thoughts and duties go unmet,
With tasks postponed, anxiety does clasp,
Its icy fingers ’round my mind, beset.
The to-do list, a weight upon my soul,
Yet still, I falter, letting moments flee,
With every passing day, stress takes its toll,
Deadlines loom like shadows haunting me.
Oh, cruel struggle, plaguing my intent,
Thou art the thief of hours, the foe of fate,
I yearn for diligence, a life well-spent,
And to free myself from thy cruel weight.
I seek the strength to rise above this plight,
To seize the fleeting moments, in the light.
Hayden Coombs 