A sonnet for those who tend to daydream

It’s morning, and my plans are all in place.

My writing, in my mind is etched, but now,

For just a sec, my emails I will trace,

And then a Facebook view, just short, I trow!

But all too soon the eve is here for sure.

The stars above remind me this is so.

And now my daily rage I must endure.

My distraction has become my greatest foe

Achieved the things I’d planned? I answer, no.

Tomorrow I have planned with better care.

But my timeline now is harried and I know,

To reach my quota, I’ve no time to stare.

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A sonnet for those who tend to daydream