Professional Procrastination

Forever watching myself wasting time,
Romanticising an empty life,
Bring up the word count, make it rhyme,
Quarrel with lazy, call it strife.

I can be one of those tortured minds,
Smoke and swoon to rock and roll.
I can strum the chords to unwind,
Tell them it beats in my wise, old soul.

I could get a first class seat into the wild,
Find a place where I could just be,
Keep playing pretend like a silly child.
Why try, when the ticket to rock bottom is free.

Articulate and exaggerate every line,
Anything is surely better than the truth.
Who could tell which parts are me and mine,
The sugared coat of a sad, wasted youth.
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When you're someone that overthinks a lot, I think it's easy to go so deep into your own brain that you kind of go full circle on yourself. Often by over thinking, you punch yourself in the face long before life is even given a chance to.