Custom: The Usual Fare

Bits and pieces,
Snatches of thought,
Unable to focus
Or get a hold of it,

A mind in chaos,
Far too busy,
Bursting with jet fuel
But so unruly;

Feeling tired
And getting sleepy,
So much to do,
And so little energy,

Aching all over
From the humid weather,
Dampness sinks me
Into the mattress;

At the end of the day
It’s all about food:
Thinking about it
And preparing it,

Now all I need
Is someone else to cook it,
Today I wouldn’t mind
A helper if I could book one,

But staying with the body
Got the job done,
Back to relaxing
When I’m not stretching,

Limbering up
Reduces the discomfort,
Brings the mood back up
And focuses the mind for useful work.