PROCRASTINATION
I can be better than I am,
But Yesterday keeps pulling me back.
Tomorrow whispers hope in my ears,
But today, I do nothing.
Tomorrow has not come,
Yesterday flew by like a dream,
Today is here waiting for me,
But I keep thinking of tomorrow.
Yesterday, was today yesterday;
Tomorrow will be today, tomorrow.
Today is today, today.
Why am I waiting for tomorrow?
Yesterday died, when today was born.
Tomorrow is in the womb of today,
Waiting to cross the midnight hour,
Time cannot wait, neither should I.
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