I’ve been thinking about writing.
Just thinking that is.
Each morning determined.
By noon, determination fades.
By evening, it’s completely gone away.
I console myself with,
“Tomorrow is the day…”
Yet it isn’t.
Each day, I fail to do the things I need,
Even though I know what to do and how.
Time passes leaving me no closer to what I want
(And in terms of to do’s more bogged down) –
Only more discouraged & disappointed that I don’t have
The strength & courage to move myself forward.
A thought which drains me,
Taking me even further away –
Deluding & indulging myself by saying,