BUSY

My mind weighs down my body, my body stays busy to run from what my mind has to say; autopilot keeps me surviving not thriving.

they say it's all in my head and I think to myself: precisely, that's the problem, it's all in my head with nowhere else to be; leaving me with no space to breathe.

I worry too much, think too little.

I think too much, act too little.

I stay busy and work too little.

how repetitive,

how repetitive,

how repetitive of me.

I am busy. . . I have to keep busy to avoid the fact that I am only

Being

Untied by

Scatterbrained

Yearning.

My body paralyzed yet my mind is constantly on the go. If only there were a way to produce results from thinking; allow my body to finally catch up to where my mind is at. Allow there to be space for facts instead of creating space for fiction.

Creating a pile up of tasks before deciding to bring action is only tossing a needle into the haystack.

My capability is connected to my confidence; confidence has to come before capability.

thoughts before action,

action before results. I have to

Become

Understanding

Settle down

Yield to the flow.