Building Blocked.

Adrift within the boundless daydream, in search of clarity amongst the clouded mind, I ask myself questions to which the answers are already known. As if to give the quest more purpose, I allow myself to fall behind, knowing how well I respond to a challenge. I look to the weeks ahead and realize that I must fill them productively or risk a devolution at the hands of idle expression. Structure must exist as normalcy, and only then can it be balanced by relaxation.