Procrastination
Procrastination,such a wonderous word;
- to cover, to shade, to hide
that everlasting sense of limbo
Tea Cup, dear Tea Cup, how you need refilling
Letter, dear Letter, how you need mailing
I sort my clothes,
my notes; my half-forgotten post-its
all arranged in their own little orders and schemes.
And I fret about deadlines and time-guides and goals needing to be reached
- all while doing my best to halter my progress,
stop dead in my shoes.
Inspiration,
such a wonderous word;
- to aim for, to chase, to stride
towards that winning combo
Muse, dear Muse, you are not forthcoming
Structure, dear Structure, you are not supporting
I skim the pages,
the words; my future of merits
all arranged in their own little titles and themes
And I feel myself hitting a wall that seems will never be breached
- as I have not seen even the shadow of prowess,
as far as proper work goes.
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