Work is but water br inside a big tub of time, br ever entering, ever rising, br ever flowing forth br from an unseen generator br forever coming, forever filling br the same tub never stopping, br neither is it consistant br sometimes it gushes out, br othertimes it slowly drips, br but forever it piles on br sometimes overflowing br until it is released br by dedication. discipline, focus. br however, when all is gone, br completed, done br there will be left br nothing in the tub, and... br br Sometimes there exists an emptiness... br a hollow pit of nothingness br no purpose, no will, no reason br but an emptiness there lies br until it is filled by cries br by screams, and sighs br Only then, u want nothing br but to go back, br into the emptiness. br Why? br too much work? br too little time? br too hopeless? br too hard? br all at once, yet not so br but once u look deep within br the mirror clarifies br and u will see...