Servant

I am haunted by what I do
which makes me what I am

I am hunted by what I want to be
which leaves me in a jam

I read until my head is filled
with other people's thoughts

I wake to what I have to do
and dream of what I ought

I am searching for the means
but am lost among the ways

I am a servant to the weeks
that are eating up my days

These thoughts churn my innards
and keep me up at night

Where I try to get them down
in the only time I have to write

I try to find the answers
as I look into your eyes

But you try keep me occupied
in between your thighs

I tell you of my dreams
and you tell me that I'm lazy

You say I should forget them
and I say that you are crazy