There are many places to start.
Yet I’m always stymied.
Even if things go smoothly, something scuttles my focus.
Calls me back to my duties.
And, it has happened.
The webbed hand drags me down.
Leave me alone.
Figure it out.
I’m doing something important.
But all I do is hiccup.
Leave nothing behind.
Sand through an hourglass.
Now, be grateful.
