Procrastination

Procrastination is the name of the game
Nobody likes it
Yet everyone plays it
Who am I to say no to it
It is an addiction
Though it makes me feel unfulfilled
I cannot help
But be a prisoner of it
It spins me around
Whispering sweet nothings in my ears
I am wrapped
In its intoxicating arms
I yield to it
Up to a point
When I wake up
From my slumber
I say let’s take a break
For a while
But I know I’ll be back
When I long for the sweet nothing whisperings in my ears