The deadline is nearing and my brain is starting.

My thoughts come together as the fog lifts like water parting.

The work I put off is building up,

But fun’s around the corner like a golden cup,

Distractions all around,

Like the flowers on the ground.

I put my work off for a moment of fun,

But in the heat of the moment, I find myself on the run.

Looking for a reason not to work

My brain starts to go berserk.

Breaking down, I look for the light,

I’m like a bird in flight.

As I disappear into the abyss,

I start to reminisce

About when I didn’t have to worry,

And I could get my work done in a hurry,

But it doesn’t matter now,

As I take my final bow.

So thank you procrastination

For making me feel such a deep feeling of desperation,

For making me cram days of work into hours.

Now I just want to lie down in a bed of flowers

To shut off all the anxiety and stress

And just lie here upon my mess.