Stop
How do you know when it’s time to stop?
I don’t know
But often, something within
You will say
A constant anxiety
Stomach troubles
A mild feeling of impending doom
But that could also just be
Life
We also feel as though we don’t
Have the luxury to stop
Things are expected
Who else will do it?
I’m letting them down
These are valid concerns
A decision made could
Change long-standing relationships
But in the moment of
Reading, I hope it is
Making things clearer
You already know when it’s time
And you will be okay
Thoughts
I turned these pieces of wood into a guitar. I had ideas of being a craftsman but I realised that I was trying to fulfil the dreams of a ghost. After four guitars it was time to stop. Do you need to stop too?
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