It's all piling up, all the stuff I must
the things I need to do, the endeavors that need be pursued
Will I procrastinate another day
to be rushed on the judgment day
To fulfill the things i said I would
Yesterday.
Laziness tempts me that time is on my side
though I know this statement to be false
Unless I control my mind. Otherwise
It's totally against me, and every step
a pit awaits because I walk the path
of yesterday in the night.
Waiting for a moment where inspiration will guide my stare
onto new beginnings and an escape from my world, deep down
within the deep darkness of my mind, I know that all I look for
is here and now, yet where is my patience to be the only place I can.
This paradox is the contending force that is the ruin of land.