On the Fence

i stare blankly in space, undecided on what to do next.

i know i have a lot to accomplish but i cant figure out what to do first.

when i look at my right side, i see the sharpened pencil waiting to be used and the volume of papers on my desk that needs to be read.

I see the piles of cd which i promised to watch but never even attempted to play on tv.

I sat on my computer trying to innovate and make my brains useful but all i read is trash and i cant even decipher what all the cybercodes mean on the web pages.

I end up writing, oh i mean typing. And i cant even get the right words that i want to say.

I listen to music. The hard rock just freaks my brain out.

Instrumental music is what im playing now.

I couldn't think better. What i need is.... sweets- yes chocolates, my medication for life.