Procrastination

So many distractions

so few worthwhile endeavors

I'd start one right now

if it wouldn't take forever

but the flowers are blooming

and the birds are all tweets

and the hearts are a booming

as the bodies are between sheets

And running are the trains

with so many places to go

to the mind it shoes strain

when we're forced to go slow

and the stories without number

release reality's restraint

and their grand verses encumber

our lives which are quaint

And I didn't stop to plan

not one moment did I wait

now the shit has hit the fan

as I am running late

So many things

prepared upon the line

I'd have gotten them done

if I started on time