How do I start things in my day?
By waiting for a vision. Say,
A creature inspiration brings.
She makes me want to do good things.
And yet, when inspiration hits,
My willpower is blown to bits.
It’s easier to start a game
Called “Do It Later.” Shifting blame,
The creature tells me I can go
Without a thought to future woe.
She strips me of my one desire
To work in fervor, heated fire.
Who is this agitating elf?
She is none other than myself.