Day In Day Out

Designed like dice I delightfully roll onto something new.

Invigorated with disdain, I stand amongst the wreckage of a well thought out day

Subverted or disrupted, unsure of what to call the plans wasting away.

Terrified of what I might find if I were to gain inspiration, a touch of productivity.

Reeling at the thought of remembering the feeling of motivation.

Actions speak loudest, mine prove my lack of interest.

Criticizing myself for the carousel of thoughts screaming next, next, next.

Take away everything in my vicinity in desperate attempt refocus.

Ignoring the clever cries of the bleeding television wallowing in loneliness.

Overthinking, overestimating, or simply over what I set out to do.

Nothing learned just another distraction, put it off another day, I'll do it tomorrow.