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I've got this involuntary fascination with procrastination

The coop I file claim to for keeping my record an all time high for being poster child of mildly lackadaisical along with low key insane...

Playing the blame game with myself, now isn't that fun?
 Now- ripping the mask off of the budding beast in my head. Its time to pop it like a vitamin, be still, contemplate and liberate the pain of existing as an idling ghost half way utilizing my brain.

 Although deftly quick witted like one of those push-to-starts...

  If i woke up on time I wouldn't have missed that bus, if I'd done that project I would've passed that class. 

Procrastination keeps me from the things that I want and the things that I have. Buried under its dark engrossing waves, anticipating the answers in a sea with all the trained fishes of the population. 

Procrastination wants to drown me, Make me his prized possession. But when I shake off the stagnant chips from my shoulders -

I emerge out of my retreat, and realize that I am 20 feet tall. Taller that the world that I'd thought keep me unexpressed...

Apt to new beginnings never REALLY knowing how to finish thing..

thanks to my guaranteed usual dilly dallying mindset that would always sink in JUST when I thought I'd morphed into the zealous brilliant spirit within me.
 
Procrastination- my arch enemy that I used to keep so near, as if it were my best friend. Finally Doggy paddling out of this stale pool. I am free productivity grabs my hand evolving what once was into what is; me.

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