Double P

If I only had one

In the hours of nine to five

Some challenge, stimulation

A task on which I'd thrive

But of course there's nothing

Left to rot in peace

No distractions available

Enthusiasm will cease

And it must be me, I

Am pretty sure it's me, I

Look myself in the eye, I

Can understand the reason why, I

Start to withdraw

Count each and every single flaw

A total that's beyond compare

This number is beyond repair

It's what happens when I go reflective

Lose touch on reality and perspective 

Lie awake at night

Usually between three and five

Need that challenge, stimulation

To make me feel alive 

But of course there's nothing

Just the silence of the night

No distractions available

Until the morning's light 

And it must be me, I

Am pretty sure it's me, I

Look myself in the eye, I

Can understand the reason why, I

Start to withdraw

Count each and every single flaw

A total that's beyond compare

This number is beyond repair

It's what happens when I go reflective

Lose touch on reality and perspective 

Touch lost on all perspective

Won't take much of a detective

To guess the next step, the directive

To bring it to an end, irrespective