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I’m running on empty;

Too pooped to go.

I need to take things slower;

Go with the flow.

I can’t keep stressing myself

At this pace.

I’m still a member

Of the human race.

Cramming a million tasks

In just ten hours

Will eventually drive me to my grave

In a bedful of flowers.

My heart keeps saying

You’d better slow down

Or else one day

You’ll collapse to the ground.

So I’m changing my routine.

I’m going to take time to relax.

After all life is not a race,

Where you’re on a oneway track.