All my days seem to blend together
like one big string of ”I’ll get to it tomorrow”
and i know
the future, my future, is knocking
constantly reminded that deadlines exist
and I should probably fill out that application soon
still unsure when I’ll join the slaves
and unwilling to give an answer other than “I’m still thinking about it”
but the future
my future
isn't very patient
he’ll rip the hinges from my door.
I’m running out of tomorrows,
still not done with today.