Dear procrastination,
A prose poem about comparison, desperately wanting to succeed and the wisdom of walking at your own pace.
Cosmonaut or clairvoyant of the cosmos:Your observation deck is a tarot pack…
Its roots
are like the locks
I’ve found everything
Sometimes the muse doesn’t come,Other times, it easily pops,Some days you feel your thoughts,Other days you’re out of…
She lies
Just as her beauty
