Voluntary pressure valve, always set to crush.
With ever present dangers in the headlong hasty rush.
Detail level crazy but the brain is running rough.
No matter just how good it gets it's never quite enough.
Slow down the rate with tenterhooks on every line you do.
One big mistake is all it takes and it'll all be through.
Time is flying all the time, sky cycles blue and black.
But what you see is telling you it's still right on the track.
Rest of world will all squeeze in, if you don't hold it out.
You only need yourself to know of all the fear and doubt.
As you start to lose some weight and never sleep at all.
Kitchen sink begins to stink, as you're trying not to fall.
Only full noise straight ahead, with sideways bits as well.
It all tries to burst asunder as your psyche starts to swell.
Not a single second spare now on the ride of your whole life,
all perennially balanced on the edge of sharpest knife.
Keep punching in the long long hours, no matter what the cost.
While trying not to ruminate on all that you have lost.
Wash only when you really stink, eat only when you drop.
Rest up when you are broken down, but never never stop.
Brett A. Jones Sept, 2014
