My heart crushes under the pressure of
Overwhelming situations of which I have
No control, no way to slow down
The tap tap tap of numbers
Flung at me from many directions
Make it happen make it work
No time for pleasure when the weight
Of the formula bounces erratically
Never in a straight line or according to the
Plan which was put in place and constantly
Modified to fit the requirements of others
No black and white uniformity but
Splatters of red contaminating the paper
On which I feverishly attempt to reach
A bottom line pleasing to all.
But, to be honest, I cannot really figure out what's on the photo?
A truly unique write - greatly enjoyed this one!
Robert
Well written. Sometimes tightening the belt can be the only way.