Procrastination looks good,
But only on paper.
In hindsight, I knew I could.
Suffocating in atmosphere,
My own thoughts – toxic vapor,
I can’t breathe through the fear.
But what am I fearing?
Strangers? A storekeeper?
Really? God, please start interfering.
My thoughts like a machine gun,
“No, no, no…” I’m captive by this kidnapper,
But We say “No,” to “No” – revolution begun.
Together, We make a plan to conquer,
Shake off this annoying stupor.
Into the darkness like a spelunker.
I can’t lie, it was dark,
But over time, the struggle will taper,
Because a blaze comes from a spark.