Watch me juggle

I throw it up in the air

I have it under control

Seem to not have a care

 

 

I'm making it happen

Always on the go

the balls keep flying

I have it in a flow

 

 

More and more get added

the juggling moves faster

what if I drop one?

This could be a disaster

 

 

 

Why do I keep this pace?

It seems I have to, right?

I'd love to put some down

it would make me light

 

 

The wrench gets thrown

I lose all my grips

I'm out of control

my perfect flow has slipped

 

 

The juggling has stopped

It's all scattered around

I have to pick up the pieces

I can't make a sound

 

 

Are all of these mine?

What pieces belong to me?

Now that it's stopped

I can finally see

 

 

I can't do it all

no matter how I try

It makes me so crazy

The pressure is too high

 

 

I have to leave some behind

on the ground they will stay

I must find the balance

I'll solve it another day

 

 

The revelation is clear

I can no longer juggle

One step at a time

I let go of the struggle

 

 

~Copyright 2012, Spiritualitygirl~