frustration builds
as I do what I must
not what I want

and it does not go easy
it does not go as fast
as my mind
leaping ahead
of the must
to the want

this way buys irritation
this way cries foul
this way dies hope
this way lies discontent
this way sighs vexation
this way tries one’s soul

what I would give
for a disciplined mind
a quiet spirit
that is content
with doing the must
well

and letting the want
wait