Trapped in this vicious circle of
leaving things for the morrow.
Making a fresh to-do list for work
and setting an impossible deadline.
My conscience laughs at me
for it knows this isn't the first time,
I have been lying to myself forever.
Time flies, like birds in the sky.
I can feel it slipping between my
fingers like the grains of sand.
The days quickly melt into weeks
as I sleep throughout the month.
Algae grows on my now overdue list
but my tomorrow never comes.
Yesterday died in a futile attempt
and Today succumbed to despair;
Tomorrow is waiting with a wide smirk
filled with forlorn hopes and aspirations,
but it will be neglected just like the others.
My mind is fully consumed by this plague
that leeches time of my circadian clock.
I know it's time to get things started
but still I procrastinate, waiting for that
eleventh hour to knock upon my idle mind
My responsibilities are frowning while
their disappointed faces haunt me.
Then I aim to go for the impossible,
foolishly and disordered, I finally begin
trying to finish my tasks all at once.
While cursing myself for being a mess
and letting this happen, but like they
say, there's no use crying over spilt milk.
Procrastination is a thief of time and
I let him steal productivity away from me like
the wind steals sand from the dunes of a desert.