Running

I won't write much tonight because it's nearly 10 p.m. and I still have so much to do.

Piles of dirty laundry. Stacks of ungraded papers. Swarms of unwritten stories.

We keep running and running, never reaching the finish line. But, like Sisyphus, we stay in the game. Pushing toward another deadline. Pushing toward the top.

One day it will end. And then what?

Will we be ready?