Procrastination of the Semi-Idle Mind

Do you ever find yourself caught up within a warp zone?
Where you're itching to break free but find the doors are closed?
After time elapses...minutes turn to hours and hours turn to days...
You stifle the urge of hysteria...wanting to scream out loud but can't.
The heart pumps blood rapidly...adrenaline rush...then gradually...
As minutes turn to hours and hours turn to days...depression kicks in.
Break down...Break out...Breakthrough? Is there any?
From brain constipation? The prisonhold of talents and skills...
The eyes...ears...mind...savor just a taste of glory...it wishes to swallow.
Observation promotes the silent feeling of deprivation...
Typical duties become monotonous...wishing for greater fulfillment.
Wanting more...needing more...knowing more can come.
But reduced to waiting more...anticipating more...please let it come!
Explosions threaten...yet there need be patience...patience is a virtue.
Trying to believe...consider...acknowledge the words of wisdom.
Want to create! Want to pro-create from those creations!
Think outside the box! The sky's the limit! Carpe Diem! But wait!
There's a right time for everything...when will that time come?
Minutes turn to hours...hours turn to days...