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!
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