Exhausted

When would the stepping stop?

The tallying and obnoxious turns that resemble slop

When will my soul and body become one?

Or am I doomed to be nobody or with someone?

I could try my best to regulate my mind

But if I proceed with my body, my soul is left behind

A hustle and bustle lifestyle is not for me

How I wish to be shielded by a canopy

Like his clock, my heart shall stop fast

For a life that would never last

A holiday becomes nothing more than a time to rest

The last thing, long rest