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

It would seem apathetic
Confirming I’m pathetic

What the fuck?
Deny apathetic intent
Knowing mind and heart are spent 

Reviewing the equation 
As, fear drives procrastination

And alas
It remains me with the night 
It remains; fight against light