Circles

Huffing and puffing.
The pace is hectic.
My brain just stalls.
I feel dyslexic.

Do it now,
Do it quick.
But yet nothing,
Is ever fixed.

We run in circles.
In fact that's it.
We don't produce much,
Just lots of shit!

Daydreaming then
Becomes a vice.
The greatest curse,
A tortured price.