It's 8:38
And I'm worried I'm going to be late.
But I go on and on to procrastinate.
It's not even amusing, what is this that I'm choosing?
I'll cut my nails, I'll stare at spider's webs.
At the moment I have no time, I suddenly find things to do.
And in the times I have too much time I have never things to do.
I am going to write a letter, I am going to check the weather, I am going to read a book.. Well I haven't the time... I'll just have a look.
I am going to learn how to cook this and that, I'm going to buy a funny hat, I'm going to find out how to ti different knots, I'm going to see if I can squeeze any spots.
I can take my dog for a walk, I'll phone a friend I fancy a talk.
I'll change that bulb Iv;e been meaning to do, I'll re-read that thing about why the sky is blue.
I'll find those candles I've been looking for, and organize my sock draw.
I need to chuck away those clothes, I need to quickly blow my nose, I really need to tidy up the stairs and plump the cushions on the chairs.
I could practice my guitar, I need to learn to drive a car.
It's 8:48
Nah, I won;t be late.
I could squeeze in time to hoover up, I can squeeze in time for another cup.
But of course.
I do non of this.
This is entire Gibberish.
I know I have no time,
I can't begin one task, I'll be there for another hour
And I still haven't even had a shower,
so instead I'll just procrastinate,
thinking of the things that could make me late.