Brakes

I work so hard that I barely rest,

the responsibility of the world weighs heavily on my chest.

I dream the dream I dreamt last night

again, again, and again. 

It's not much of a dream, in fact,

but more of a nightmare that never ends. 

As I drive along the deserted road, I notice that it is pitch black.

I assume it's the middle of the night, because there are no cars in front of mine, or in

back.

When the traffic light turns red I go to stop the car,

but the brakes that I attempt to push down do not keep me from moving very far.

I fly through the intersection with no control;

Another car smashes into me from the side and I spin into a telephone pole.

As I fly through the windshield and hit the ground,

I notice there is still no one around.

Not a siren, not a bystander, not the car, not a dog, or a child,

but the throbbing I feel in the back of my head is anything but mild.

As I begin to wake up from this awful dream, 

I realize that my life is not as easy as it may seem.

I work myself to the bone to ensure that I have what it takes,

but everynight I am haunted by what happens in life when you neglect to take breaks.