My life is a list,

one thousand things long,

each as important as the next 

Paralyzed at times with the decision

of which item to do first 

when they all need

to get done at once.
So, 

some get done, 

and more get added.

But time runs short,

and the list grows,

swelling by the day.
At times I feel so overwhelmed

Drowned by the words on paper,

a symptom of the disease.

I wonder what would life be like

without a clock?

Like the ring in Tolkien,

the watch rules us all.
I break free of its unnatural power,

throw the list down,

and dance on the orders 

of my tiny general to Alejandro 

Feeling my shackles 

fall to the ground.

Tonight I prefer to live

outside the constraints of time.