It digs in my skin
An urge to succeed
For all that I win
And never concede
To fail is a sin
It’s a bursting need
An itch that burns at my skin
The obligation to exceed
To never just begin
To work until my hands bleed
While others procrastinate with a grin
This is a demand I have to feed
To do everything at a speed that wears me thin
Anything that earns me the lead
The desire burrows deep within
For a victory that must be guaranteed
The thirst for achievement makes my mind spin
It is an ache from which I can never be freed
Photo Credits: “10 Thoughts On Overworking” by David Limrite
