Time is slipping through her fingers
She says to herself
"Tomorrow I'll be productive"
or
"I'll do it next week."
or
"Someday, I'll finish it"
But in a blink of an eye
Tomorrow has passed
The week has gone by
And someday becomes never
She wishes to catch all the lost time
To capture it, so that it won't move
She uses a net, but it passes through the delicate strings.
She tries to stuff it in a box, but it escapes through the miniscule cracks
She tries to use time wisely
To not procrastinate
To be productive
To do something
But in a blink of an eye
It runs out
And time is slipping through her fingers.
- PROCRASTINATION
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a/n: pretty much how i feel almost every day
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Poetry«rainbow sprinkles. they are what make the word go 'round. literally. i'm well aware. a world without rainbow sprinkles is a world without happiness» ~L.M. Augustine a little collection of thoughts, poems, and quotes. © phoebe h. 2014 [co...
