Procrastination

Wed, 08/05/2015 - 19:00 -- CMistt

It's captured the best of me,
Yet only I hold the key.

Speeding thoughts that I can't focus on,
Nonstop from dusk to dawn.

Putting things off until it's to late,
Why did I sit and wait?

Now here I sit without a clue,
Distraught that I haven't done what I need to do.

No one else is to blame,
Keep your head held high there's not much shame.

Now it's time to buckle down,
That's the only way to get out of this town.

Never knowing what life could throw at you,
Just ride the wind you will find your way through.

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