Moving — #ThingADay 8/31

Below is the 8th poem for the SongADAO #ThingADay Challenge:

My movement, nomadic.
My education, Socratic.
My ego, bombastic.

Shackled in a prison of ambition.
My own making so no one listens.

My mental health, increasingly inelastic.
My goals, dominantly scholastic.
My well being, stochastic.

Performance serves as an eternal audition.
Each milestone begets further attrition.

Yes. No. No. Yes.
Moving forward yet a retrogress.
In need of constant rest.
Strive to do one’s best.
In aspiration of passing the test.
Nothing more, nothing less.