Structure and more I repeat and revise,
I’ve conditioned my brain to perform like a device.
I ramble on about work and the need,
to keep up with a schedule and not to retreat,
into my ways of procrastination, like I always do.
In my mind, a place begins to brew,
A place, guilt -free where I can relax,
and where the security is always lax,
But my body burns with silent resentment,
Against the way that I accept this contentment,
And I hope that I’ll find a way to conform to,
The ideas that exist of what to do,
a schedule and structure and something much more,
but, in tomorrowland, always I go.