I can do more; I tell myself,
yet I just do nothing.
There’s a better way to fix this,
but I’m so used to this.
My wish, deep down, is to change things,
why am I stuck to this?
If I’ve coped with it all this while,
why can’t I keep coping?
If I could do without all these,
why bother about them?
Life should not be just bearable.
In life, we must enjoy!
If I was able to do some,
then I can do much more.
Though I may cope with all of these,
I can turn things around.
I must not keep the status-quo,
I can set a new pace.
Things must not be the way they are,
that’s what my mind tells me.
I can step out and make the change,
enough of excuses.
Procrastination has to die,
and so must indifference.
It breaks my heart, it keeps me sad;
that I stick to routine.
Stagnancy and redundancy
may have reduced my pace.
But time has come to make a change,
and that change I must make.
It’s time to breakdown all the weight
that easily entangles.
I’ll break the chains and free myself
from every form of yoke.
Once things are right, then I can cruise
and keep the flag up high.
Procrastination now broken
with steps of faith engaged.
I’ll keep dreaming and keep working
ensuring all is well.
Every new day must be better
than that which precedes it.
Poetry: Procrastination Broken Poem
Daily Prompt: Breakdown suggested this;
“Tell us about a habit you’d like to break. Is there any way it can play a positive role in your life?”
Photographers, artists, poets: show us BROKEN.
This is my own way of expressing “Broken”.