I am a procrastinator,
Who stalls until the very last second,
Who delays the inevitable,
Who is the source of his own anxiety,
Who leads himself to devastation.
With fleeting motivation,
Work is shoved aside,
To make room for recreation,
Leading to eventual hurried work,
But also to temporary relaxation.
While all of this is true,
None of it is new,
And while work accrues,
This leaves trouble to brew,
Are you a procrastinator too?