I know this is kind of similar to one of my longer texts I wrote not so long ago, but what should I say, it’s a never ending battle, so why not also write a poem about it… Maybe someone can relate :)
Ahh, the beauty of working at home…
I know I should be focussing,
How hard can it be?
There’s so much to do,
Can’t you see?
Of course I can,
But how do I start?
I have no clue,
That makes it hard
And then there are all those distractions,
Getting me away, just for fractions
But hundreds of fractions keep adding up,
And when I take the time to stop,
I see that I didn’t get anything done,
And that the day hadn’t been fun.
Yet another empty day,
Spent by simply dreaming away,
Hanging on youtube, writing a poem,
Now go get started and finally show’em,
What you can do in one short hour,
If you decide to give it all your power.