Procrastination (POEM)

Procrastination pierces my mind, I must work now or I will fall behind. The human brain has many cells but I can’t even use them to help myself. 

I should have done work sooner, but now I must work quick. My brain keeps on giving me these things to do, what do I choose what do I pick? 

I worry over small things, but not the things that matter. Should I choose to do my work, or should I instead just choose the ladder.

All the time is all I got. I wish their could be more. Procrastination feeds my mind with nonsense to explore.

 I should have done work sooner. I must train my brain cells to fusion. All the time is all I got, but “Time is just an illusion!”

This is what I tell myself to breathe and take control, which leads me to distract myself, while time just takes it’s toll.