I'm a snail when it comes to papers due,
Big projects, tests.
The success dances in my head but
Once the music stops it slithers back down
It's slimy trail of procrastination lingers and
Night turns to day and day turns to night
There are attempts made
They are incomplete
Why finish it when I can go and just watch some
I have too many things in my
Anxiety bites until it's an empty
How can I finish anything? Why should I finish anything?
My eyes lust after all successes I see on Instagram
While I'm here,
In my room.