Empty Box

My heart speaks loudly to be heard
calling out fervently a plea.
I sit, an empty box of unmotivation
waiting for a time that never seems to come.
I have a running list of everything I want to do
social media boards filled with colorful pictures I only seem to see,
that my heart yearns to do,
and yet I sit, an empty box, my energy dry,
my heart unheard.
I cry out that I could be so much more.
I despair that I waste away my days.
I complain to my friends that I have too little time.
And yet I sit, an empty box, time ticking away.
I eagerly search through images of inspiration,
I add click-by-click to my lists of inner desires,
fake boards that tell me who I am and what I want to be,
and yet I sit, inspired by visuals that never call me to my feet.
And yet I sit,
an empty box, 
full of nothing but ideas of who I am.