Big ideas cancelled by
Little distractions
Disproportionate focus
Taking up all my time
To want to
I WILL WHEN
These little distractions, these
Sandstorms, deposit layers of sediment
To obscure the path and the plan
To need to
I ACCOMPLISH NOTHING
Dunes soon form
Becoming barricades, a gigantic something
I cannot see beyond
AND CEASE TO BE
Hopeless, asking how? Why?
What’s the point?