A Poem: The Plate is Full

The following is an ode to all the people (you know who you are) - me included - who keep adding to their metaphorical plates of todos and obligations, while the real goals and ambitions that matter are often neglected.

One more project. One more task. One more book.
The belly is full, but we can't stop to cook.

Recognition, Epiphanies and Money await.
We seem so important cause we got stuff on our plate.

Problems need fixing and friends need advice
It feels good to be needed and we want to be nice.

But we can't please them all. The guilt's piling high.
Meanwhile our own dream's fade away like clouds in the sky.

Cause when our calendar and minds are in such busy a state
they destroy our ability to create anything great.

Our life is purchased by where we spend our attention.
Yet we keep feasting on tasks practicing crisis prevention.

But do not despair! If we're lucky we learn and realize our fate.
That in fact, our time on this earth is all that we ate.

Sandro quietly leaves the room and heads into the weekend.