they’ve accomplished a lot

when they can’t give one more thing

because

they’ve given

everything

they are the dangerous ones…

because they want to take back

what they have given

they need praise

because they’ve praised

constantly

they need attention

because they’ve lifted

everyone up

they need smiles

because

their smile

is tired

they don’t know how to rest

not with people

in a crowded room

not on a planned trip

to the moon

but an afternoon nap

where they wake up

not sure if it’s morning

or just an hour

has past

they check their clock

they lost track of time

they aren’t its prisoner

anymore

the sunlight

set them free

rest

is a neutral

restart

there are things

that will fill you up

for me

it’s curiosity

a book that takes twists and turns

a bike ride

where I spot

what doesn’t belong

an imagination

like wallpaper

over moldy

splintering

walls

these things

keep filling

despite

a glance

that steals

a look.

Rest,

it’s MADNESS

not to.