I neglected, I subjected.
I ignored it, flipped a coin and dropped it.
It landed with it's thorax so I couldn't tell if it was heads or tails?
I left the thought floating in mid air, fell asleep and saw it spinning in a dream.
At this point, I couldn't ignore it any longer.
I'm servicing yesterday like it's today and tomorrow, like it's the day before and the day after.
I'm trying to compensate
I neglected, I subjected.
I ignored it, flipped a coin and dropped it.
It landed with it's thorax so I couldn't tell if it was heads or tails?
I left the thought floating in mid air, fell asleep and saw it spinning in a dream.
At this point, I couldn't ignore it any longer.
I'm servicing yesterday like it's today and tomorrow, like it's the day before and the day after.
I can't seem to compensate.
I neglected, I subjected.
I ignored it, flipped a coin and dropped it.
It landed with it's thorax so I couldn't tell if it was heads or tails?
I left the thought floating in mid air, fell asleep and saw it spinning in a dream.
At this point, I couldn't ignore it any longer.
I'm servicing yesterday like it's today and tomorrow, like it's the day before and the day after.
It's far too late too late to compensate.
YOU ARE READING
/YESTERDAY/
PoetryCompensation: Daughter to Procrastination. A conflict of the body and mind.