My life is spent, searching distraction
Due dates, my enemy, lazy's my faith.
It's always late when I start my actions.
Never on time, it's always due after,
'Cause tomorrow is the magical day
where I'm productive but there's no laughter
so lets seize the day while there's time to play.
I shall never put off till tomorrow
what I can do today is a big lie.
It's more like a joke told full of sorrow
'Cause time goes-by in a blink of an eye.
This sonnet is late, thus proving my point.
In me, indolence and languor have joint.
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