Round and Round

Round and round

and round again

morning or night

fight or flight

5 a.m. or 5 p.m.

Where does it begin?

Does it ever end?

Darkened rooms

deadlines loom

bright screens

hazy dreams

Up again

with the dawn

What is going on?

Squeezing work here and there?

Numbness or despair?

Heart pounds

uneven sounds

exhaustion creeps

too tired to speak

Keep moving

keep going

business growing

body slowing

Dreams of collapse

into that inky black

maybe the silence

will cut you slack

Sunrise

dreams demise

and it’s time again

to chase the prize