Clinched in the fist of must-achieve
Dreams whither
Vitality drains
Panic ensues

The fist is your own
Strong, though it may seem
Immovable
Omnipotent it is not
Sentient it is not

Not merely
Surrounded by in power invisible
Only remember
It is also within you
Invite it
Allow it
Open to it
and little by little
The grip of Should
Will release you
To the Space of Is