Why Dont I Work?

I procrastinate.
I run away.
I refuse to let me think.
Why don't I work?
I fired that clerk
who brought me to the brink.
In destruction;
in perdition,
my schooling ship did sink.
I lost my goal
and stared like foal
at failure and I blinked.

My whole crew was
within my head;
my ship was one-man manned.
I sailed her forth
to college north
and found no gleaming sand.
In this arctic waste
myself I've faced
against myself I've made my stand.
This divided crew
does search for truth
and lonesome ships remanded.