If I set out to do something,
I should trick myself into calling it something else;
If I say I'm going to study,
I mean I'll clean the house.
If I say I'm going to clean,
I'll write with other thoughts,
& if I mean to write,
I'll call up a friend.
Manipulation is key.
I can't commit to time;
I confess my love for it,
yet I don't pay attention to it.
I'll hold it close to me,
I'll pull for it in the creeping hours of the night,
but I don't know how to make it mine,
to keep it balanced by my side,
& it leaves me like a burnt out lover.