PROCRASTINATION
Procrastination is a devil
Feasting on our time
Nibbling at progress softly
While our plans plan other plans.
Again and again we barter
Trading now for later
Bargaining with time for time
Waiting for a tomorrow that never comes.
It whispers in kind tone
Luring us into delay
A labyrinth lined with comfort
Where lost moments hide and stay.
Again and again we promise
To begin when stars align.
But that tomorrow stays a myth
A ghost we chase in our minds.
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