Stressed

In the wake of the moment you should be doing something, you know it. But what should you do? Your list goes up to one hundred and two! You stare at the list, trying to figure out where to start. With your research paper? or the big project in art? Then bing the light bulb lights up! I will start with little things, like filling my cup. All the nonsense is done, now what to do? You've only dropped your list about seventy-two. So you lay in your bed looking at your sheet, Thinking hmm which goal should I meet? The stress makes your hair fall out, And it even makes you want to pout. Then a great idea comes to you, but it is too late. You have fallen asleep and now must face your fate. A late paper, and a failed project, Now your worried you'll only be a reject. This of course, only brings more stress, But hey, at least you got your rest.