Obsession Poem by Edwina Reizer

Important things that I should do
I tend to forget about.
I'm so engrossed in music and word.
These I can't do without.

I try to remain focused on paying bills
and returning calls I get.
But I'm overpowered by sounds I hear.
And eventually I'm upset.

Why this preoccupation so strong
has overtaken my mind
has me in a quandary now.
The solution's hard to find.

Can't give up writing one day.
For it's like breathing to me.
And so I pay the late fees that accrue
and admit that I must be
obsessed.