i know you are intelligent
to have given me
this writing prompt
i could have given it a miss
i know
and remained true to the topic
but i wanted to write
to go down the lane
hand in hand with words
to go visit unknown places
with these familiar words
so here i am
to tell the tales of my procrastination
because i want to give myself time
my time
and there is no way
i am letting anything or anyone
come in my way
of devoting
my time to myself
unless ofcourse
i'd prefer it that way.

and i must also tell you this
that procrastination does not happen in vacuum
when i have nothing to do
because then nothing gets done
not even procastination.

Procrastination happens
when there is so much to do
that i cannot decide
which one to do first
and its exactly then
i get ready to go for a walk
but serf instead
and sign off with a poem.

I call it meandering.

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Written on 2024-05-14 at 20:43

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D G Moody The PoetBay support member heart!
In a nutshell: there is no end to procrastination, nice poem.

Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
You may make light of it, but I am a master of meandering. It's what pleasures me. I mean, procrastinating gets nothing done, but meandering gets lots of little bits of things done and during the doing of those bits meandering avoids boredom. You promote it well. [*exits stage left with his tongue in his mouth*]
Blessings, Allen