What Happens Next?
multiple tasking with a one track mind
I
am
constantly
biting
off
more
than
I
can
chew.
Yet
the
tasks
I
have
early battle
are
the
things
I
love.
I
can
not
complain,
I
can
not
ask
for
more
time,
I
can
only
continue
forward.
For every step forward there are three steps back
for every major victory there are several small defeats
come watch the carnival, observe the freak show
as a simple man tries to carry more than just his load
He's not an ant, not part of an army
yet he throws himself into a melee every day
bombarded with tasks,
there's no first, there's no last
a constant onslaught of items to battle
that impede freedom's path