Compulsivity

My jaw is locked on the future,
Head schizmed from my body,
By a clamp of
"got to get"
Staring doggedly ahead,
Goggle eyed,
Through the taught tunnel
Of my bowels, possessed by
"try, try, try"

Desperately going nowhere,
There is no give,
No slack, no room to breathe,
Against the solid wall of struggle,
I can't even see it because there is no gap,
No oxygen at all between me and my grip.
I am there before I've arrived.
Damn my stupid ambition. . .


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