Homework to do,
Things to explore,
But I'm still lying here on my bed room floor.
Wonderin' 'bout my existence and things like that.
It seems as though I've fallen into a trap.
Tracing shapes on my ceiling,
Cause I've got work to do.
It makes sense in my brain,
Does it make sense to you?
Of course it does! You're just like me.
Pushing e-mails to the side,
To stir your fifth cup of tea.
And when they ask, "Where's your coursework?"
Hoping for an explanation...
I'll tell them, "I'm studying the art of procrastination!"
And if they want an explanation for procrastination, then tell them to imagine this illustration:
Whenever there's a sudden realisation,
that I have to stimulate concentration,
my body shows a lack of appreciation
and locks me in a world of imagination.
So I sit there drained of motivation, doing nothing of importance,
taking no participation,
in contributing to our wonderful nation.
Trapped in the world of procrastination.
::: Thanks for reading munchkins :) Procrastination is a time stealer so what ever you're putting off right now, go do it!!! Well vote for the poem first, then go do it!!! Anyway, don't forget to follow CuriousMindss for a new poem every week
