Procrastination

A poem about procrastination, the bane to my creativity.

Don't slip on slopes you spilled your hopes on
Don't poke holes while you float, now your boats gone
And you'll sink 
And you'll slide 
And I'll watch 
While you die

Procrastination is the poison I endure
Compare work to masturbation, solidation's not the cure
I tried to find some friends who offered motivation pure
But they're just as trapped as I am, lazy and insecure

I speak to echos seeking exits out my mind
I can't escape the cycle, spinning wheels and wasting time
Reality is vexing, rationality declines
I suspect consensus keeps my consciousness confined, 'cause 

Every time I think of busting out my scalp
I get a visit from mistrust and doubt...
They tell me not to go that route
Just tough it out and adjust my pout
And leave behind everything I can go without

So I dump my friends, wear the fakest of grins
My hollowed head spins around cake I wanna win
Put it on my plate, say my grace, let's dig in
Before realizing my mistake, I'm alone again

So without the drive, or work ethic to prevail
My journey hasn't started yet I'm destined to fail
I guess my heart was lying since I wasn't too compelled
Squandering potential is such a tragic tale

Don't slip on slopes you spilled your hopes on
Don't poke holes while you float, now your boats gone
And you'll sink 
And you'll slide 
And I'll watch 
While you die

Author's Note

Another waste of time?