Procrastination

I always expect,
To begin life from tomorrow,
With brilliant plans,
To move mountains,
Or thwart rivers.
I constantly hope to do,
The harder work tomorrow,
Spending today,
Or the precious priceless present,
For easier and less important tasks,
Demanding little labor,
But giving me greater fun.

The necessity to study,
Brings sleep to my eyes,
And pains and aches to my limbs,
Making me prefer respite to work,
And sit opposite the television,
Or listen to music.

And the day wears on, the night passes,
Tomorrow becomes today,
All too fast,
And procrastinators like me,
Re-postpone life!