Wasteful Wandering

Wasteful wandering
When I should be
Doing something better
With my time

But how can I concentrate
When all these ideas are simmering
Like so many bubbles
In froth

Like broth
For my tired soul
Do I find the words pouring out
As if all this time
They waited
And I looked the other way

What is this beast
I carry
As my burden
And my curse
That yet is such a blessing
That I can’t even realize its worth?