Time's A-Ticking

I am sitting at my desk, intending to write
But I'm uninspired and can say nothing right;
Can't think of a topic; can't make up a rhyme
So here I am sitting, wasting precious time.

Tap-tapping on the keyboard; looking at the screen
Thinking of a story, a lesson or a dream;
Nothing comes to mind so I decide to get
Another cup of coffee and to surf the net.

Tap-tapping on the keyboard; oh this is such fun;
Quite soon I'm forgetting the poem I have begun.
Chatting with some friends; catching up on news
Visiting my favorite sites to leave comments; reviews.

Time's a-ticking; it is late and I should go to bed -
I think I'll read just one more post in a forum thread.
Tic toc, tic toc mocks the clock; it's way past midnight now
'Ten more minutes - then I'll go' is my silent vow.

Sure I am still sitting here, tired as can be;
Of the surfing idol I struggle to get free.
Dreadfully addictive if out of control;
Not wasting my time thus has become my goal.

Time is a priceless gift from God, to be wisely used
It isn't something which should ever be abused;
As with most things in this world moderation is the key
So self-imposed restrictions are in store for me.