Disciplined and Focused

I sit. I stare. I write.
A passing breeze at night
ruffles the leaves outside.
I’m disciplined and focused
under my lamp light,
sitting at the desk,
staring at the screen,
writing at full speed.
I’m disciplined and focused
until my words crumble,
thunder starts to rumble,
and I blank. I crash. I…

The lightning flashes.
I lose my focus.
My lamp light goes dark.
Outside it’s pouring.
I have no discipline.