Imaginative imperative

I look around and see,

Trying to piece my story,

Like a half done puzzle,

I feel broken and frazzled.

 

Cluttered everything seems,

Things bursting at the seams,

Purging, I am in vain,

Not an inch, I can gain.

 

Life but goes on though,

I reap what I sow,

Seeds of joy are here,

But happiness doesn’t appear.

 

I bite off more than I can chew,

Values, I incessantly eschew,

To put it into practice I try,

With my ideals, I constantly vie.

 

I then turn off the lights,

And with it, my brain bytes,

All I need to do is just be,

And, of thoughts, be free.