Blink, and you miss. Don’t, and you’ll still
miss my willpower, it’s that fickle.
Every goal, plan, thought, and dream,
doomed to fail like the hammer and sickle.

I marshal my thoughts. I plan my day.
Do I bite off more than I can chew?
I beseech myself to face my battles,
I pray that this isn’t another Waterloo.

I actively move for every distraction,
only staying passive for the task at hand.
I am impossible, incorrigible, a dog’s tail,
I need only ask, and I give in to my demand.

I do not expect too much from myself,
only that I’ll be true to my word,
My word gets cheaper with every promise,
and soon my hopes will never be heard.

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