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.