So, as per usual, I'll give you some shitty poetry to tide you over. This pretty much explains my mind right now.
I often ponder,
Why my mind seems to wander,
Instead of doing it's job,
Like an attic full of shit,
And I can't get out of it,
No matter how hard I turn the knob,
So I'll sit on the floor,
And ignore the stuck door,
No real need to fret,
Then I'll look through these piles,
Full of memories and smiles,And others I'd rather forget.