Quills in the inkpot Papers scattered but they're ready
But I put it off for tomorrow tomorrow tomorrow tomorrow
The same tomorrow of today when today is yesterday
It's become my art form Wasting time for tomorrow, the thief!
The thought is so daunting Ever so daunting
Of a piece of my work that is left unfinished
Procrastination... It's so easy to get into. I've put so much of my work on hold because of it. One excuse becomes a thousand and what I wanted to do rarely gets done. Happens to the best of us!