How long is too long
How much is too much
How can you tell when enough is enough
Does anyone really know
I could tell you
It’s when you feel the lowest of the low
When you have hit rock bottom
And up is the only way to go
You’re sick and tired when you are sick and tired of being sick and tired
When a simple thing becomes hard to process
And you are stuck to make progress
Or at least that’s how it seems
But believe when no one is perfect
And mistakes are inevitably made
Stress is sometimes not so easy to fade
But there does exist a brighter day
A wise woman told me
Try harder…. The simplicity left me speechless, with nothing to say