March of Madness 5

I'm not living up
To my potential,
Or filling my cup
With what's essential,
Not to interrupt
The consequential,
But to be abrupt
With quintessential.

This March of madness
Has left me weary,
And all the sadness
Has left me bleary.
But I will confess
I'll soon be cheery.
Spring will spring success.
'Least that's the theory.

3/24/2016