Pressure Pack

Am I a dispenser?
loaded with what,
others value more,
crammed into me,
into my head
into every body fibre?

‘they’ want me to,
spray it on you,
to let it all out,
when you release your,
funds, to fulfil the promise,
of a better tomorrow,

sometimes I am loaded,
sometimes I load myself,
but, what is inside is more,
than the space I have,
to live in and adore,
always ambition at my door

can’t move for all this pressure
can’t think for all this pressure
can’t work, can’t laugh, can’t live,
need to get away, but,
what can I say?
pressure is purpose,
urgent is important,

I breathe both, for lie and life.