today will be like others
(depressions a pillow that smothers)
im never going to change my ways
(life is a game that ill never play)
everything can wait for later
(to my own success im a traitor)
nothing will get done
(how can lethargy be fun)
but
today is the day
(something i always say)
im going to start anew
(i always say that too)
no more procrastinating
(my laziness is so infuriating)
i will be happy and productive
(prosperity is so seductive)
will resolved
(apathy dissolved)
purpose decided
(idleness subsided)
identity found
(sorrows drowned)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem