Yes, I procrastinate up to death
A poem we face every day.
“It's been quite long since I have written anything so far. It's because I've been super busy doing other stuff. Other stuff that is prior to me. Probably that matters more”
OR
Yes, I procrastinate up to death,
Lying in my bed, thinking about all the random stuff
That’s gonna happen only if I take a step.
My body feels heavier as hearth;
A to-do list on my fridge,
Hanging till the last breath,
Making me worried about all that in my chest.
Maybe on the mind, or in the brain —
A chemical that’s like meth,
Forcing me to stay addicted to that bloody pit sweat.
I need to finish that course, but
Yes, I will procrastinate up to death,
Overthinking all night and staying up,
And snoozing when it is time to wake up
complete it accordingly because…….. you already know!
