Unfinished

As I type this soon-to-be beautiful poem-

Oh! I just cut my hair and it looks-

I feel bad for not playing tennis today and,

Oh shoot, I forgot to reply to that email,

I thought my day was free? What have I-

Why don't I just write stuff down? 

Complete a thought before I move onto the next

Get a least one thing finished instead of 100 unfulfilled

I remember the things I forgot

And forget the things i should remember

My life isn't cluttered, but my mind is

I try to converge, not diverge

But it's hard when all you can do is think of all the things

That you should have done 

I wish not to dwell on the past,

 but its makes life harder knowing I could have done better

A life of dreams and hopes 

But also a life of unfulfilled wishes 

Is a life that drags on and on with only a couple things that come into mind

I don't want my life to be towards its end,

To be on my deathbed with only prayers and thoughts 

With the only one being:

I wish I could have done more. 

I am unfinished.