That I might run aground is no surprise;
I find I often misdirect my eyes
And look at things that I would otherwise
Ignore, distracting me from what I ought
To do. It is not how I have been taught,
Although my daily life with it is fraught,
And even as I want to start to write,
I find myself consumed by foolish trite
Distractions. Soon enough, I lose the light
I had been hoping for as guide to set
My words in rhyming lines and tight--and yet,
Though I well know I all too little get
From doing so, I cannot help but do
As I am doing, carrying it through.
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