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Procrastination Sonnet


I started to procrastinate today. I know I’m going nowhere pretty fast. I always try to stop acting this way; It’s my concentration, it doesn’t last. What do I do first, there’s so much to do. I need to do this, that, and the other; There are too many things, I have no clue. With so much to do why should I bother? Tomorrow comes with many things undone. They’re mostly chores I put off yesterday. Someday I'm sure I’ll get everything done. I’ll wait for tomorrow, another day. I know when I start to procrastinate, I’ll work laboriously to compensate.
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