I pleased myself a day of relaxation and all I found were thoughts of a troubled day. I heard calls of work piling upon each other, begging me to rescind them of their duties. And I would pace about my room and relax, yes relax, lie down, relax. Relax to the demands of time and its timer incessantly clicking, tick tock, gone. And all I felt was an inner tension, a guilt to be spending anymore time on my sea of relaxation. So I stood once more, and walked over to the window, to the quiet shorelines that gleam and bounce its incandescent rays of light peacefully to me -the peace I so desperately sought- and then, only then, did I turn to my work: dying.