There ain't no rest fot the wicked/money don't grow on trees/I got bills to pay/I got mouths to feed/ain't nothing in this world for free/you know, I can't slow down/I can't hold back/you know I wish I could/oh there ain't no rest for the wicked/until we close our eyes for good

I feel the constant tug of life. I feel as if I can't stop, because I haven't reached any of my goals. If my life is measured and defined by my goals, then what does that say about my life? Incompletion? Unsuccesful? Its almost enough to depress me. I keep telling myself that I'm only 27, but that "only" doesn't even remotely make a difference. Sigh. Maybe after I take a nap. . .

there ain't no rest for the wicked. . .