Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
I got behind… again
I got distracted… again
There was other stuff going on… again
Like last year
When I didn’t finish
And the year before
When I barely finished
So why
This year of all years
When there is more reason than ever
To be stressed
To be less creative
To excuse the barren salt plains
Of my beating brain
Do I feel so shit about
Being behind…
Again.