I sit to focus but its very wee,
Aware of goals I cannot spree,
Something that is a burden and my mind doesn't agree.
Soaring high is what I adore,
Then why not time helps me cure,
concentrate more and stay very sure,
That effort is what will help me score.
Incidents worthful and less are mundane,
Should not compel me to act insane,
Its useless to ponder on matter very vain,
And stick to the modus operandi with no abstain.
It is long since I did not loose temper,
but this time the culprit is my own nature,
I need to be screwed for not holding up together,
Because its high time I should rule myself better.
