I can't focus.
there is so much to do and so much to get done
I have two pages of a to do list taped on my desk filled with words
and no checkmarks
"today is the oldest you've ever been, and the youngest you'll ever be again", reads the paper in the frame on my desk
it seems like a joke now
and I can't stop laughing
so many thoughts rushing thudding around my skull
they're like newbies in a 10k marathon
all trying to get somewhere, but let's face it-
few will survive the exhaustion and some will never finish the race
after running for hours, days, weeks,
they will tire into a stupor of their souls trying to survive in a weary body
pacing back and forth on the same strip of hardwood
over and over
decisions, decisions,
and no answers
it's like the universe is trying to send me a sign
something so vital and important, yet something I cannot decode
the answer
I know it's out there
it's on a tiny piece of paper
the back of yesterday's news
a handwriting barely legible
scrawled in permanent marker
if you happen to find it
gingerly tied to the string of a deflating blue balloon
please let me know
as I'm probably attached to it too.
