1. The List

In the quiet dawn, I rise anew,
A daunting list, so much to do.
Each item a mountain, each task a climb,
A never-ending battle against the march of time.

With coffee in hand, I survey the page,
A tapestry woven with hopes, dreams, and rage.
From the simplest chores to grander designs,
Each line a reminder of purpose that shines.

“Grocery shopping,” “laundry,” “write that report,”
A mix of the mundane and projects of sort.
The weight of each bullet point presses me down,
A crown made of deadlines, a well-earned frown.

2. The Burden

Days stretch long, the hours unfold,
As I tackle the list, both weary and bold.
Some tasks seem small, mere flickers of dust,
Others loom large, testing my trust.

The phone calls unanswered, the emails unread,
Each unchecked box fills my heart with dread.
But amidst the chaos, a flicker remains,
A promise of freedom that effort gains.

The calendar mocks me with deadlines that chase,
Each tick of the clock, a relentless race.
Yet with each small victory, I start to see light,
A path through the shadows, a reason to fight.

3. The Progress

With every tick, a burden relieved,
A sense of purpose, a moment believed.
I craft, I create, I sweat and I toil,
In the garden of effort, I’ve sown and I’ve boiled.

Each completed task, a battle won,
In the grand scheme of life, it’s just begun.
The thrill of creation, the peace in the mind,
Step by step, I climb the steep hill, unconfined.

I look back at the journey, the mountains I’ve scaled,
The doubts that I faced, the fears I’ve impaled.
There’s joy in completion, a rhythm in the grind,
Each line crossed off, a peace that I find.

4. The Moment

Then one day arrives, the final task near,
A moment of stillness, the end is so clear.
I stand in the silence, the weight falls away,
The list once a mountain, now scattered like clay.

I look at the remnants, the paper, the pen,
A journey completed, but where to begin again?
For each task that ends, new dreams take their place,
A circle...