Burnout.

The clock is ticking

Back and forth then again

Back and forth

Wanting to hit the reset button

The perfect do-over

Each day we hit that button

Heavy filled heads

Slammed into the airy pillow

Recharging

Resetting

The start of a new cycle

In a blink of an eye

Everything in cruise control

Autopilot

The clock starts ticking 

Back and forth then again

Back and forth

Dragging every inch 

Everything is closing in

But then again 

We all end up just hitting that button

Recharging

Resetting

The start of a new cycle

As my eyes widen

Everything soon quiets down

Looking around

More than 70,000 stimulants 

Around me

Through me

That's when I realized it

Burnout.