Drain

the density

of doing

is a drain

i spiral down

sucked in

to the self

worth trap

of producing pride

i try

in vain

to satisfy

my ego

that equates

output

to value,

the more i do

the more i deserve

indebted

only to me

depleting my reserves

i purge

the practices

that maintain

my sanity

forcing forward

movement

further from

my center

i continue

an inevitable

collapse

a self imposed

rest

serves me

best

and brings me back

to the surface

of being