I have procrastinated for months
To eventually write this poem today
Ironically, this time
The poem to be penned
Was meant to bring to an end
To my pet peeve of procrastination.

I thought my writing of it
Would be bring me face to face
[Oh, no. I am behind time and Procrastination is ahead of me.]

With procrastination.

be still.
make a choice to avoid making any choices for as long as you possibly can.
what power do you have when so many other people's choices blur your own.

close your eyes.
decide not to decide.
decisions are for people that have nothing better to do than choose.

but I do.
i just choose not to.

The path lies right in front of me
clear of obstacles and paved quite nicely
Yet
I hesitate to walk on it, until I absolutely have to
Why?
I avoid the path that if traveled
Leads me, gets me closer to my goals
But still
I stray away from it
Preffering to stay where I am
Where mostly
I just find
exactly what was here yesterday

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.