Emotions…

A lot of time I seem to spend

In sorting my jumbled emotions, in the end

I feel drained and just as directionless

As at the beginning, I do confess

That it’s easier to procrastinate

And place all blame on my emotional state

Instead of trying to extricate myself from the tangled mess

Of my emotions- I end up not making progress..

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Sometimes I wonder if there is a purpose behind

These unpredictable emotions that mess with my mind

If only at I could be placid and tranquil

Make any tide of emotions recede at will

How much more efficient would I become…

On the other hand, I could be perceived by some

As a ruthless workaholic incapable of empathy

And that’s why I need my emotions probably…