Monday, March 28, 2016

The theories of a procrastinator:
If I set out to do something,
I should trick myself into calling it something else;
If I say I'm going to study, 
I mean I'll clean the house.
If I say I'm going to clean, 
I'll write with other thoughts, 
& if I mean to write, 
I'll call up a friend.
Manipulation is key.
I can't commit to time;
I confess my love for it, 
yet I don't pay attention to it.
I'll hold it close to me,
I'll pull for it in the creeping hours of the night,
but I don't know how to make it mine,
to keep it balanced by my side, 
& it leaves me like a burnt out lover. 
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