Stress.

A visitor lies underneath this skin, a parasite whose presence I revile.
On Sunday nights his work he must begin, and I, his doleful victim, must beguile.
This guest unwanted dwelleth not on sleep for energy to pester me by day;
instead he jeers me as the house I keep illuminated, time flying away.
While weekends grant us separation's air to smell, inhale, and treasure on our own,
this company will pleasur'bly ensnare my body and with blandishments atone.
With me this monster grew through childhood years a witness to my every nascent breath.
He's both my aspirations and my fears and mocks me with the latter 'til my death.

Stop and run

Stop to think to breathe a second

Ponder caref’lly, shout aloud

Lest we pass these lands, these fecund

Fields, these ports, this hallowed ground

Wait to watch to wonder slightly

Marvel, though the hours escape

Come prepared to impolitely

Mold this world a different shape

Live to die to conquer princes

Cherish likes that never love

Chase the soul who ne’er evinces

Clearly what brings push to shove

Speak to sing to whisper loudly

Acclimate to improvise

Train your will so you may proudly

Run the race; obtain the prize