Procrastination

I think big of a new day, With expectations on my way, Of being a better version, Of what I was yesterday. A new day begins, a few minutes pass I hope for motivation to long last But never does it happen, it's an ugly fact My mind keeps on deviating from its actual track. I spend a couple of hours being absolutely unproductive "I'll stop at the nth - hour" That's a fake truth comforting Watching pointless stuff on my phone I have truly mastered The art of wasting my time It's an unpaid job where I've prospered. But when asked about my productivity rate by those relatives with whom you can never relate I start panicking and create a whole mess Of coming and going stories but still no progess. I look back at myself, the n - number of days wasted, tears roll down my face, and my heart is full of regret. That's when I realize, that I have a hard way to go, and so my journey begins, but just then something happens, "A notification sound?" perhaps my best friend, and I believe you have predicted what happens next, by now I have made this journey for more complexed, yet this cycle keeps on repeating itself.....