Too Late
As usual
I’m too late
Put it off and push away
Hoping for room in the day
Mind awaits
Not magically execute
No drive to present when due
Intentional?
It would seem apathetic
Confirming I’m pathetic
What the fuck?
Deny apathetic intent
Knowing mind and heart are spent
Equalize
Reviewing the equation
As, fear drives procrastination
And alas
It remains me with the night
It remains; fight against light