I am not at leisure,
Work piled over my head,
My anxiety above any measure.
Fear of the deadline lay ahead.

As if a road blocked by a rock,
I am hindered by an urge to get casual.
Time ticks away on the clock,
But my body gives no approval.

I lay on bed, for minuteless moments.
My gaze wandering over walls.
I feel caged by an latent lament.
I don't respond when my...