My heart needs to catch up with my body.
A slow beat,
a sudden arrhythmia.
I find myself blind and deaf for a moment.
A beautiful idea I had in my head.
This gift of foresight,
clouded by ringing in my ears.
A tone I'm too familiar with
eating at what used to be.
Ambition is what's left of me.
Wishes of what could be.
My head pounding heavy,
my breath shallow.
A feverish breeze of fatigue blows me over.
I,
overcome by an early sense of self.
I once thought I could achieve anything.
As truth has it,
my body won't allow me to achieve what I once could.
What does truth truly know,
when your health forces you to listen to your ego?
It starts with,
I can’t do it all.
And ends with
nothing I can do.
