I sit and stare at a blank screen,
A task to do, yet I'm unseen.
My mind wanders, my focus fades,
The time ticks by in endless shades.
I know I should be productive,
But the thought alone is too seductive.
I'll do it later, I'll do it tomorrow,
I'll get it done, I won't borrow.
But tomorrow turns into today,
And still, I find myself in disarray.
The deadline looms, the pressure mounts,
And yet, I still can't seem to count.
Count the minutes, count the hours,
As I procrastinate and lose my powers.
My motivation is fleeting, my drive is weak,
As I continue to put off what I seek.
I know it's a flaw, I know it's a curse,
But it seems like my procrastination only gets worse.
I'll try to break free, I'll try to improve,
But for now, I sit and write this sad groove.
Murshida Parveen
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