Recently I lack
The self-discipline I used to have.
Instead I stare
At the mountain of assignments,
So high that its peak is covered
By fog and clouds.       

Ahead of me lies
A wide field to plough
And seeds to sow,
With me as the sole farmer
Equipped with basic tools,
And a tingling of laziness.

Yes complacency is a fatal flaw,
Especially when the throne
Was merely a stool to some.
Sneering at the insensitive
Makes me guilty as well,
Wrapped in an illusion of self-deception.

I need a switch
Powerful enough
To activate the flow
Of penetrating the brick wall  
Battling the resistance,
Kick-starting this rusted engine.