Instant Dopamine

The bright blue Pomodoro clock is ticking,

The increment of time that I had set myself slowly ebbing to nothing

It’s okay if I skip this set, I lie

Heavy casualties on the battlefield of my mind, 

Willpower versus Instant Dopamine.

My poison of choice has shifted, but the outcome remains the same. 

Disappointed teachers, and lackluster grades.

The Ritalin is inconsistent, still

Instant Gratification’s gravity as subsumed me, consumed me,

For, now, I have leapt past the event horizon; no return

The voice of my willpower 

That should be a thousand times stronger than that of some silly impulses 

It has a thousand times more noble cause, 

A promise of a livable future

But the voices of impulse speak so soothingly, 

You won’t finish this now, why even bother? 

And, you don’t have the guts to finish this. Give in.

They despise everything I stand for

Everytime I try to fight it,

To resist temptation

The battle begins again