When I don\'t feel productive
That prevents me from getting stuff done
I feel dumb that I haven\'t yet figured out life
Yet to figure out life means to figure out death
And to figure out death means to purge one of strife
Which is quite hard to do when we keep drawing knives
On our once friends turned enemies
Enforcing death like Macbeth
And to stop all that fighting seems it may be a stretch
Unless we all learn to forgive and forget
Yet to bet on that happening
Chances of winning are slim
So how can I focus? I do so on a whim
It\'s so hard to think about complex equations
When we have yet to derive a more unified nation
Or even to load the dishwasher
As civilians turn to load the gunpowder
A means of protection from humans alike
I might just scream
But ironically to start with these things
That I do for myself
Allows me to feel better
And be able to help
Because doing something
Is better than nothing
And this is both something and mine
A deep cleanse of the mind
And a step towards
Productivity