Completion
When I set out to write,
I find nothing in sight
And
When finally compiled,
I forget where it’s filed
And
When it comes to mind,
I find it ill timed
And
When placed under stress,
I perform at my best
But
When things at last settle,
I find ways to meddle.
And
When I do follow through,
I detect much to do.
And
When given instructions,
I bring up obstructions
And
When I follow directions,
I must make corrections
And
When I finally get going,
It never starts flowing
And
When the end is in sight,
I find it’s not right
And
When things end up bad,
I find myself mad
And Yet
often I’ve found,
That I go get around
to
Completion