No map will guide you
No paths are marked
No directions are given
Can't see where you walked

Light grows dimmer
Fog is descending
Stars are obscured
Journey unending

We offer reasons,
Explanations,
Excuses.
There are
So many ways to
Justify
Who we are
And what we do.
We are shaped
By so much;
Seemingly formless
Without
The cruel
And kind
Touch of life
And time.
But we are mighty -
Able to change
And grow,
To shape ourselves
And make ourselves
Into forms
Unknown
And…

With this Parkinson’s lark, it seems that the only thing you can truly rely on is the almost mercurial way the condition manages to constantly change. Day to day, week to week and even hour to hour there's a good chance that you will feel very different.

Burnout Boy you say? Never heard of him, but I do know a few things about burnout. I mean, who doesn't? Think of the people you know who have had an experience which relates to pushing too hard for too long. How many do you know? I know too many to count.

Sometimes
The pieces just
Don't fit
Body twitches
Unresponsive
Limbs heavy
Shoulder
Floats
As if out of joint
Sometimes
I ache
Deep
Inside the muscles