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Procrastination

A tense mind, forsaking abilities Days passed can not be recovered The suffering brought upon, by choice Fear arisen at the thought of the inevitable I scorn at my sight; their pride, mistaken. Excuses granting an escape, to relinquish Forces I seek, to deny that which could have been Regret masked, by an expression unseen A promise to change, unmet by time's progress Lies spoken; their trust, misplaced. A resolve is thought, a distraction is discovered A minute becomes an hour, an hour, a day The effort becomes insuperable - the load does burden To find others, does alleviate A sleepless night, my own cause; perseverance, they presume. An unsteady hand, prepares notes anew Legibility is minimal, as panic progresses Absorption is improbable - an attempt at redemption, in vain Expletives remembered, relevant now A head that aches; difficulty, they concede. Eyes wake, pleading for rest A disheveled appearance, hides no worry The many lines crammed, indistinguishable A dire situation, chiseling a cheat Failure admitted; their forgiveness, undeserving.

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Date: 5/7/2017 3:21:00 PM
Hi Keshan, or Howzit! moenie worrie nie : great description of delaying things one needs to do. I could feel the tension ... I usually sit (like a guru) in padmasan, and breathe gently, then write a few things I can do. When I get up, I do those few, simple things (like call for that appointment, or a sick ayah or Thatha) Vanakam Mr. Govender. Anil
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