Experiment

This poem is an experiment.
It's 2 a.m. & i'm going to bed
After mobile-everything:
Chats, emails, news, site checking.
I'm tired. 

Not feeling like it, but i thought suddenly:
Why write poems in 'comfort zone'?
Let me write now.
Let it be a task. 
Let me not like it. 
Let me be uncomfortable,
Like the self-help experts say. 
Let's see what 'comes out',
Yuk, yuk yuk!

So this is it. 
My soul dons a lab uniform, 
Mind snaps to attention, acts. 
And this is it. The result. 
It's the way to change, 
Or so i'm told by those 
Who know, write books, 
Articles. Record podcasts. 
Mind-set maestros. 

It didn't work, did it? 
Maybe i wasn't motivated
Enough. There's always
A next time, that's another
Popular concept. Never give
Up. Keep at it. Be determined. 

Enough. 
Tomorrow when i feel like it,
Maybe. 

Experiment result: Failure?