Procrastination Plague

Every day I continue on, routine simply droning on

I ask myself “why don’t you move and do that?”

But never really get a straight answer to that

I continue on, routine simply droning on

In my head I know the truth

I’m not a recluse

Nor am I lazy

But how much I put off till “the next day” amazes

Why do I do this?

Why don’t I move my feet?

And push forward? I know how to achieve this feat

And yet, I don’t

I continue on, routine simply droning on

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I want to do more than now

I want to do more somehow

I don’t want to sit idle

On standby

While life just passes by

“So much to explore” the world everyday declares

If only my legs were not ensnared

By my brain

It knows this, but still it rebels

Providing distractions

Like pestles

Grinding me to a lull

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I might look lazy to some

But I know it’s not that simple

Something else creeps in and dwindles

My interest

Fiddling with my brain and perspective

I have to get out of this and change my objective

I can’t continue on

Routine, stop! Now be gone.