Where’s My Motivation?

Lost in a cycle, of getting nothing done.

I thought I had problems. Now here's another one.

My mind is strung out, on caffeine and I'm so tired, yet I can't sleep yet.

Where's my motivation? Has it left?

The dreams I was pursuing, are no longer there.

Half of the time I wonder, if I really care.

Thinking is too hard, now I just want to feel.

Three-fourths of my thoughts, aren't even real.

They are the ones I put on the page, from lack of motivation.

Oh look! Here is another pointless creation.

These horrific images inside my imagination.

I'm lost in the writing, but not quite calm. My thoughts are a chaotic storm.

My pages are worn, from neglect and lack of use.

Every day, I find another excuse.

To not write, but then words like this come to the surface.

These days it's hard to even write a preface.

Misery clings to my mind, as I search to find, anything meaningful.

Yet inside my soul, I'm screaming, hating the inevitable.

I'll never stop writing, at least until the next block.

If only I could stop looking at my clock.