Devil's Take On Carefree

I'd forgotten how sadness can suddenly descend Unaware of time passing, unmoved by days end Unconcerned if I've achieved little today Painfully aware time deserves more cachet No notion of a worthy day's equation If I did, feeling I'd still not rise to the occasion Writing awkward, ill fitting rhymes Not sure if it's creativity or just passing the time Today doesn't feel like it wants to be found Maybe I'm resting and I'll soon come around I'm wrapped up in notions supported by tunes on violin strings Trying to understand unfathomable, forgettable things Inching forward with no place to be Perhaps this is the devil's take on carefree