The Art Never Mastered
Dear procrastination,
I just think its funny how everytime I want to do something, I can’t
Its like I need some motivation, perhaps some cheerleaders to scream a chant
I take out all my notes, get ready to study, then go on twitter
I let my fingers scroll, check the clock, and now im bitter
I hate my procrastination, I want to escape and be free
I wasted all this time, but who can I blame other than me?
I have the power to change it all, I just have to take action
Once I get started I’ll be amazed at what happens
I’ll see progress getting done, and tasks being complete
But I’ll see it when I believe it, because I know talk is cheap
Sincerely,
Malachi Perez
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