Commitments we create for ourselves
Deadlines others impose on us
Leave us little time to nourish our soul
Creating a desert of the heart
We rush, stirring up dust
Grit in our teeth, unpleasant
And yet we convince ourselves we must
Keep on, so we react with impatience when
We have created our own famine
That stretches our skins so thin
We have no more tolerance
We hunger for an oasis
Without realizing it is not a place
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