Distractions

Distractions sing their siren songs, drawing me away
I tell myself I’m waiting for inspiration
Saying I need to refuel
Too many excuses ready on my tongue
Really, I am afraid
Afraid to commit myself to the task
Commitment means trying, making targets
Targets I know I cannot meet
If I do not try, perhaps that means I cannot fail
Or perhaps that is why I cannot succeed; I cannot compare
Nothing I envision can meet my expectations
So I fall into myself, hoping to be caught