How am I to know I\'ve gone too far?
Until I hit the rocks?
Too much of anything will kill me
so what a waste it would be
if I didn\'t need it.
Yet.
I wait till it\'s too late.
The clock resets and counts down again.
Without searching for a solution
the problem will continue
over and over and
over and over.
I callous
Each time the rocks cut me
it feels less
perhaps that\'s just retrospect.