Too much

I want too much, too often, too all the time.
I don’t slow down. I don’t stop. I don’t surrender.
I know I should. I know I need to. But I can’t.
I wish someone would take care of me—but how?

I need sleep. I need rest. I need to move my body.
I need to eat well, to meditate, to read, to breathe.
I can’t be everything, everywhere, all at once.

I try to prioritize, but my priorities are endless.
I get excited about everything, and when I say I’m taking a break,
I fill the space with a hundred new plans.

I cannot stop—
And maybe that will be my undoing.

The body does not wait.
When it’s too much, it takes the mind with it.