Decompress

When the day is done,

And your head is full,

There’s so much pressure inside. 

Bring yourself here,

To the comfort of your bed,

Breathe in far and wide. 

The pressure you feel,

Is all of the tasks, 

The plans and so much to sort. 

Your brain spins in mud,

Trying to do more, 

Needing one final report. 

So breathe in real deep,

And slow yourself down,

I promise the pressure will ease.

But first you must let,

All of it go,

Your need to control every piece.