A creature claws at my mind
it attempts to gain a hold
I fight, but still seem to find
it fills me with cold
It's a vicious battle
and I'm constantly searching
Are we just cattle
always simply lurching?
Time on my hands, too much, too much
No focus, no thoughts, only emptiness
Organisation is needed, I know it such
I need more energy, not laziness
There is a long road ahead
I have companions for this trip
It can't be filled with dread
I need to balance not slip
Blank slate
what a feeling.
Often the board
is covered in chalk.
There are many ways
to wipe it clean.
Whichever one you choose
do it well.
Always ensure
you get to the corners.