Self-made Industry

Lights in the night sky

Flicker softly as the wheels

Of internal strife push me forward into

The cold, night breeze.

Tomorrow will begin,

When today says goodbye.

I wonder why

the rush is so normalized.

So many things to do

But not enough time.

Productivity and efficiency burns as bright

like a solar eclipse,

for the dim light is noticeable,

but you have blocked out my work.

Tonight, I sigh

as the crisp, tight air grabs

my throat,

reminding me that this is temporary,

and tomorrow will arise.

Hearts pumping red,

and lungs puffing the heavens through

our chests.

Pushing our limits for success,

for what is life

Without the continuous cycle of validated victory?

By Nina Sreeprasad