From Both Ends

From Both Ends

I woke up early,
Because I was out drinking.
So much to get done.
Just keep myself from sinking.

The need to keep up,
Keeps screwing everything up.
Always on my mind.
A constant: don’t fall behind!

Can’t just stop and rest.
Always need to blow off steam.
Sleeping is more like death.
Before I bust at the seam.

So exhausted that,
But I just keep on moving;
I don't think too much…
Never sure what I am doing.

It’s a life, of sorts.
And a way to get ahead?
Maybe, maybe not…
Keep it up, until you’re dead.