The Perfect Paper
Stuck like a little ring on a big middle finger
Like a piece of hubba bubba bubble gum on the bottom of a germ filled school desk
Stuck like the second hand of the clock when you stare at it too long
Procrastination is bothering me, messing with me like a bully
Its beating me up and cursing at me
My mind follows it like follow the leader
Simon says. Procrastination says
THE. that's the way to start off a paper
A magnificent amazing imperfect paper
Stuck, like now, frozen in motion
Closing all tabs so it's not a distraction
My head fills with fun and joy look at all the action
Figmentation plays me, pulls me out of reality
Shows the fool inside of me, timed fruit tree
Sublime loopy’s, like abc’s
Come out of mentality
Reality
THE .
Stuck everyone’s finished but me
In my room everyone is finished but me
Everyone is done even if i’m alone
THE... girl.
No
THE... book.
No
THE, THE, THE what, THE what
My mind is void, empty, but filled with amusement
Everything else I’d rather do, everywhere else I'd rather be
But stuck
come on vamanos! Everybody let’s go!
Grab your backpack, jump in, procrastination leads the way hey hey
Focus!, focus!, focus!
THE.
The mind interestingly begins to think crazy things when you’re stuck
How did Dora jump into my head
I don’t even like her
Or her backpack or her pet monkey
I’m too old for imagination
I’m too old for distraction
I’m using limited time to finish my paper
Feeling like every second is watching me
Waiting on me to finish so it can give its attention to someone else
Somewhere else
I watch it as it leaves not wanting to sit and wait with me
As I figure out my thoughts
Everything leaves me
Time. Creativity. Words. My mind.
Everything is gone
Except for “THE”
It sits on the paper alone and empty
But filled which so much meaning
“THE” longs to be with the words that left me
While I’m still stuck trying to write the perfect paper
THE, starts speaking to me
“Don’t leave me alone down here, I am fading away”
I erase THE and let it go with the words that left me
I start over.
You.. can never write a perfect paper or live a perfect life
Whether you’d be one to work on the ground
Or explore the sky like a kite
Whether your mind focuses better than others
Or runs around like a 3 year old on sugar
With great imagination
You can run with it or stay behind
But nothing can be more perfect than an imperfect mind