My notes app is full of gold
Half formed stories untold
Unfinished thoughts regurgitated
A wandering mind looking to be creative
My notebooks are all half empty
Unfulfilled promises to myself
About my health, about my mind
About the ways in which I’ll spend my time
My commitments are elsewhere
Never in the places I would hope them to be
Never at bettering my writing
Never in expanding my vocabulary
Or working in my free time
All i do is what I’m told and then nothing at all
Now I’m afraid I’ll never reach the heights from which I’m scared to fall
Semi-Employed 