Remove All Distractions

Sit down and study.
Work for your dream.
Remove all distractions
Which might interfere.

Get the books off of your desk.
Your papers and your notes,
Your clothes and your shoes.

You feel drained of energy,
So you simply throw them on the floor.
But hey! You’ve got an empty desk,
Maybe you can actually start focusing on your work.

What’s that? You just received a text?
Oh, they all begin to care
When you don’t need them to be there.

Disable all your apps’ notifications,
Close your Internet connection.

Now you’re all set and done
For a productive work session.

Actually…

There are posters on your walls.
And notes, and pictures,
And memories, and words.
You know them by heart.
Yet you feel tempted to re-read them.
It’s alright, you can rip them off the wall
And re-create new ones
Whenever you might need them.

Another distraction out of the way
Now access your timer and then click on “Play”.

You wrote half a page.
Congratulations.
They’d say you’re one step off the couch.
But wait, you haven’t gotten rid
Of all the possible distractions.

There are scars on your skin,
And hickeys, and scratches,
And memories and words.
You know them by heart.
Yet you feel tempted to re-live them.
It’s alright, you can cut them off.
And re-create new ones
Whenever you might need them.

That should be enough
To help you finish the page.

You ran out of ink.

It’s alright, you notice you still
Have the blood on your skin.

Go ahead and write,
Don’t let the time pass by.

One more line until the end.
Come on, you can do it!
You say in your head.
But what’s that noise?

A crowd of voices
That you can’t

Disable,
Close,
Rip off the wall,
Cut off the skin.

They’re the voices in your head…
Always so noisy, their greatest skill.

There are songs on your brain,
And images and feelings,
And memories and words.
You know them all by heart.
Yet you want to re-listen to them.
It’s not alright.
You can’t get rid of them.

You throw everything away at once
You scream, you shout,
You beg them to stop.
You need to focus.
There’s one thing left to do.
Point a gun at them
And maybe they’ll fall silent.

You threaten them, yet they don’t shut up.
They should know you have to study, so
Why won’t they stop?
You threaten them but it goes way too far.
You pull the trigger, out of your despair
To be able to fully concentrate.

Now.
Back to finishing the last line….

Here’s a mantra

To get yourself motivated:

Sit down and study.
Work for your dream.
Remove all distractions
Which might interfere.

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