Why is there this need persistent
To maintain productivity constant
To fill each waking minute, each hour
With some activity- to make me feel empowered
As if what I do alone constitutes my existence
Why does my mind give me such resistance
To the idea of being idle and staring into space
Is it societal conditioning that does not let me embrace
The concept of idling away time, a commodity precious
Or is it something more sinister, more contentious
Within me, that begs me to fill each pocket of time
With something called work, such that my mind
Can stay away from thoughts jumbled and incoherent
When I get immersed in work, I can pretend
To forget that voice inside my head
Saying good is not good enough, demanding perfection instead…
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After contemplating on the need to stay occupied
I decided to idle away some time, risking my pride
Having free time at hand, more in control I felt
Of my life, instead of being on a constant conveyor belt
I was moving constantly without making progress
That was certainly not conducive to success
Industriousness is overrated, I dare say
Balanced breaks are the key to being productive any day..
Passion...unbridled 