Life reaches out to me, so desperately.
My fingers try to connect, but I am sent back
To a place where thrives no entity.

Ignorant and naive as always, I curse myself.
Is being a decaying corpse my destiny?
Anything but please, I don't care if I don't have wealth.

I push hard against my limits,
But it's too much for me.
Still, the clock ticks.

Genuinely, I yearn to reach my destination,
However, there is something in my way.
This barrier: my procrastination.