Procrastination

Procrastination,
An art of fascination.
Procrastination,
Has taken over our nation.

Lying on the ground,
I’m perfectly sound.
No thoughts on my mind,
Words I’ll never find.

It’s quite a thought,
That I have brought.
If you could see me,
Lazy and free...

What I should be doing, has yet to be done,
For my mind is a one way track, thinking only of fun.

My mind wanders,
Inspiration squanders.
Motivation,
Is not part of the equation.

It’s a sickness, a weakness,
A subtle bleakness.
Time ticks by, and,
I question, why?





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