Doing Boring Work Is A Form Of Masochism… Poem by Margaret Alice

Well, another day gone, maybe after
composing this elegy to my feisty
heroine I will be able to do some
translating and focus enough to do
filing, otherwise another day spent
in daydreaming - it is not of my
choosing, it’s getting out of control –
though it has never been different
I was just more used to stopping myself
before I got lost in my imagination
but nowadays I just lack the motivation
to stop indulging in stories evolving in
my head – besides, doing boring work
without inspiration is a form
of masochism…