I’ve said to myself countless times
“Today I will do something great!”
But here I sit every day, wasting away,
Thinking of something clever to say.
I just need one amazing rhyme
To break from this endless figure eight.
Then and only then will I be complete,
Something to show for all of my time
Even though it’s been weeks
Of pursuing something to entertain my mind
To ensure that I don’t need to think
Of the past, present, future situations.
Delving further into desecration,
Forgetting what it is I seek.