Concentration eludes me as I try
To type type type
Finish a lab report that’s already late
Due to the constriction of Time.

I browse the internet while cursing unworking pens,
Attempting to defy Time yet again
To finish before my next class.

Today in lab a friend said,
“I like the ribbed ones better
Than the frosted.”
I couldn’t help but laugh because
Out of context it didn’t sound
Like she was speaking of cuvetes.

How do I make conclusions from this data?
I know what I want to say
I need to concentration
To look
To see
To see how to say it concisely.

It’s times like this that I regret
My major.
I  procrastinate, I discourse, I wonder
If I should have been an artist
Or out there somewhere reading
But I would procrastinate anyway.

And then there are the times I feel on fire
Where the lightening races through my soul
And wham wham wham I understand
And work and breathe and feel alive and love
Love love my major. My science. My chemistry.

I think that perhaps I am a system
Lacking enough capacitors.
I need some sort of reserve for these spurts
And burst of energy.
I need some place to draw my concentration from;
For I find none in the moment.

(It’s not like I really care that much
About Eutectic temperature anyway.
It’s cool but
I would rather be reading for another course
Or working on that project due soon.)

Perhaps my problem is that I’m out of tea
Except that I wonder if I’ve been intaking
Too much caffeine as late.
(Caffeing I need to finish that analysis
For that other course because I need to
Start the lab report for that one.)

I made a mistake.
I took too much of a workload.

Did I?

Did I?

I work best when overloaded just enough
To keep me on task to keep me
Focused
This balance between work
And time for me

I stand between this balance, here
On the fulcrum
And the see saw of the playground of my mind
Sways in the wind

It sways between creativity and concentration and distrac
Hey look it’s a bird outside the window.
I wonder where its going
I wonder how it flies
I wonder about
The concentration of lead in its environment
And if its affecting the bird.

This balance between creativity and distraction and concentration
I need it I need it
It’s how I function how I breathe how I live

But right now
I’d feel better if I could
Just finish this Lab Report
And have it off of my mind.