4OE

I’m taking time to write this poem,

Or piece,

Or whatever it may become.

Cannot think of what I should be doing,

With vast intricacies of work

Clouding my professional productivity

And feeding my procrastination.

A professional procrastinator

Is what I’ve become,

And I’ll take the time

To do this, and do that,

Instead of doing what I should,

Which I couldn’t actually tell you what it is anyway.

Anyway, there’s not enough time to dwell

On the hell inside my mind

When I get time to think

Because I’m on the brink of a breakdown

So I thought I’d take the time to break down

What it is that may be eating at me

From the inside of my skull.

But I think I need more time…