The problem with obsession is it works.
The algebra, the laptop, the smartphone.
We get things done; we never ever shirk.
We are not those folk who lightly flirt.
We gnaw the problem till we find the bones
The problem with obsession is, it works!
But we if we do a wrong, we can’t forget
We huddle in grey armchairs while we groan
We feel deep scruples; can’t escape or shirk.
Our nature makes stuff easy to regret.
We look back at our “careless” ways and groan
The problem with obsession is, it hurts.
We tense our minds and bodies in the murk
We lash ourselves with blame that’s overgrown
We get the jobs done; even pleasure’s work!
Remember that this life is just on loan
And like the boiling kettle steam, we’ll go.
The problem with obsession is, it works.
We get it done but what’s that really worth?