Unfocused

I believe in you
But not what you do
Let's slow down before you try something new

Just a little work,
Just a little concentration,
Then you can clamber over the foot-hills of imagination

And yes, write your notes
Put them out to float
Watch them drift and shift
Until you can fit your fingers in that rift
And pick them apart
Like you didn't expect them to sound so harsh

But still, you're writing your reflection,
In some semblance of introspection.
Half hopeful, half ashamed,
Your potential remains framed
Against always-the-same problems, renamed.

Now, come, stare at your success.
Hunt its blemishes locked in the recesses of your mind
And find you've run out of time at second best.

So, rewind and repeat to your own excess:
I'm fine.
This pattern is mine.