Keep... going...

I'm running. I'm running. I'm running. It's a burst of energy to keep going. Going. Going. Going. I pile on the duties and keep shuffling through the paperwork or everything else I have to do. Procrastination clouds over, a clogged flue to the chimney of productivity.

Coughing, I expel the last article before deadline and strive to make the crossing line. Just to perch in anticipation of release, muscles flexed, sprung and pumping forth. Again, another, a second helping. Bloated with responsibility I scratch for the ends, flitting strands of bridled twine. Woven sometimes carelessly and splayed. Harder to grasp. Harder to put through the eye and make the connection, the breakthrough, the beginning.