When the pressure is on you start looking from side to side.

When the pressure is on you don’t trust your own mind.

The pressure is here you start asking questions, “Why?”

The pressure is here your own truth you disqualify.

This pressure hurts there must be a quick fix.

This pressure hurts do you escape in worldly tricks?

Pressure heating up you can’t take it anymore.

Pressure heating up but responsibility keeps you from running out the door.

Living under pressure who is there to help you think.

Living under pressure who can you call when you’re on the brink?

Pressure stressing out your mind and turning your body inside out.

Pressure keeping you from speaking truth, when it’s all you want to shout.

Pressure left to rot can suffocate the positivity out of you.

Pressure hits your heart and soul and takes away your precious value.

Pressure confusing your mind, taking advice as personal attack.

Pressure eating your relationships, is it time to give the toxic ones the sack?

Pressure hitting your fingers – are you sending hurtful emails.

Pressure clouding your judgement – are you hurting males and females.

Pressure, is the reality causing you to hold your head so low?

Pressure, are you sucking it up waiting for the next blow?

Pressure can be your tool or your vehicle to self-destruct.

Pressure used wisely will stop you getting in a rut.

Pressure is your pressure, you must control it.

Pressure good and bad, you must own it.

Pressure is a message telling you very loud and clear.

Pressure that is bad must change, do you hear? Do you hear?

Pressure situations teach you what you need to change.

Pressure puts you, yourself and you in the firing range.

Pressure, what will you do when it wants you as its friend?

Pressure, do you know where in your story it will end?

‘Pressure’ is a word that is misused in our vocabulary. When you start thinking of pressure, it’s because you’ve started to think of failure.

An artist never works under ideal conditions. If they existed, his work wouldn’t exist, for the artist doesn’t live in a vacuum. Some sort of pressure must exist. The artist exists because the world is not perfect. Art would be useless if the world were perfect, as man wouldn’t look for harmony but would simply live in it.

Andrei Tarkovsky