rat race

my life has turned into a cyclic display of grappling for those few blissful moments of sleep, in betwixt arduous classes and work. i am not sure if cyclic display is the right expression, more like an internal war has been waged. between my sensible passivity who likes to whistle while she works and the whirlwind tyrant that storms through life with a take no prisoners vengeance. so far, the tyrant has gained headway, running through this race so fast but forgetting to breathe....so maybe my sensibility will slowly overtake the tyrant, seeings how that grounded and well founded part of me has and will assuredly be breathing through the entirety.