Why Don't 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 me I've made my stand.

This divided crew

does search for truth

and lonesome ships rebranded.