I was putting effort in
For a while there
But it slipped again
Got so much going on
That the days just blend
This to do and that to do
A million texts to send
I go to reply
And I’m just filled with dread
Can’t remember what’s
Going on
Or what was last said
So I skip the bothering
Crack on with whatever task
I’ve deemed president
I keep pottering
It all feels so irrelevant
I should focus on the big job
But my days are made up
Of tenement tasks
Malevolent asks
And I just end up
Doing fuck all.
By Lyric Deep.
Lyric Deep™ 