Late again

My Computer’s Empty

My computer’s empty, no data inside

But I’m still tryin’ though the power has died.

It seems too early to admit defeat

There’s still a target that I must meet.

It's  much too soon to call it quits

But I must confess to “lazy” fits.

I have been told that it’s “S.A.D.” disease

I’d love to claim it but it’s just a tease.

May as well call it by its proper name

And put it in a “genteel” frame.

 To camouflage it might be unfair

It might just give it a haughty air.

So I’ve just been groping for lame excuses

Some slick manoeuvres or deceptive ruses.

But my stalling tactics have reached an end

All those impediments I must suspend.

I must face the fact that I am failing

Those procrastinations may be curtailing. 

Just vain attempts to distract, disguise

Diminishing abilities to just organise.

I miss that drive and that motivation

That thrust for a goal with no reservation

That focus on purpose with optimistic direction

With keen intent and decisive action.

So no more stalling and no more defences

I’m through with all the false pretences

I’ll put the blame where it should be

And drop that blame squarely on ME!