Poem: It Is Too Easy to Be Distracted

It Is Too Easy to Be Distracted

or maybe not just
distracted, but to choose,
to make a selection
that is imprudent,
not looking over
at a dancing, shining thing,
but to put it their,
to seek it out
and place it down
and pick it up again
and stare,
and think nothing
of what was to be done,
to think nothing of it
until it is later
than it should have been,
until it has gotten dark
and their is no light
to make it shine.
It is too easy.
The mind
does not listen
to what it says,
as if it is another.
I should do that,
I will think
while doing 
what is not that,
is anything but
that.  It will be there,
but I won't notice,
won't remember,
or won't care
and won't listen
and won't do it
until it is impossible
to wait any longer
or it is far too late
for it to even matter.
It takes so much
just to do
any simple thing
that is intended.
So much is not done.
Do I even know
what has,
what has not,
been done?