I told myself I’d work on it today

Why am I always to disobey

My mind that is

That prefers to act like a kid

Always sitting around in a slump

Someone needs to tell her not to be so lump

It’s been days or months, I think

Her motivation is starting to shrink

I’ve managed to begin the task

But the rest is just too much to ask

Maybe tomorrow, if I’m free

I’ll get to work and pay my fee

I’ve become so familiar with this bed

That it’s somehow confused my head

Making me feel as if this is my home

Comfortable with just eating scones

Over and over I’ll reject the thought

But notice that fact, I need this shot

And take it with willing arms

Ignoring all the false alarms