THE LIST

[DoReMi]

My fingers peck at the keys
Much slower than the rush of ideas falling from my head
Why didn’t I learn to type better?
I will put it on the list
The list of things I don’t do very well
Which grows longer and louder each day
Mocking me.
I had something better to say
But I’ve forgotten it while I thought about the list
The list is smiling in that knowing way
Enjoying that my ideas have flown away
Who gave the list a voice inside my head?
“Was it me? Did I do that?” I ask the list.
The list just smiles and says, “Tennis!”
The list adds tennis to the list.

I love this. I empathise with this. I think I'd perhaps take "falling" out of the second line. Also, I think ideas flying away is a little too much of a fanciful image to capture the frustration and self-flagellation of the poem... I think it needs something more strained... "my ideas have slunk away"? But that's not right either... Any ideas?