My days, they lack of routine, it seems,
No set schedule, no clear themes.
I rise when I feel ready,
No clock to make me steady.
The freedom's sweet, I won't deny,
But sometimes I just wonder why,
I can't seem to get things done,
My lack of structure makes me run.
I try to plan, to make a list,
But then I find myself dismissed,
By distractions all around,
My focus lost, my work unbound.
I know I need a better way,
To make each moment count each day,
To find a balance that's just right,
A structure that won't feel too tight.
Perhaps I'll start with simple things,
Like waking up and stretching wings,
A cup of coffee to start my day,
A meditation to find my way.
And then I'll work, with purpose clear,
No time to waste, no room for fear,
With breaks to rest and time to play,
To keep me energized all day.
And in the end, when day is done,
I'll look back, with sense of fun,
At all I've accomplished, big and small,
And know that structure's not at all,
A cage to keep me in one place,
But rather, a path to find my grace,
A tool to help me shine and grow,
In all I do, and all I know.
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