When I say tomorrow,
I’ll do it tomorrow,
When tomorrow comes,
I’ll do it ever morrow.
Procrastination is my buddy,
Those unturned pages await,
Freedom lies at the corner,
For every leaping pebble.
Yet, I refrain from action,
It hurts my very soul,
The essence fractured,
Smothered into pieces.
The burning sky falling,
Red, crispy and burnt,
The wolves howl out loud,
I know my end is near.
Lying on the grass,
Staring into the emptiness,
Saying I’ll do it soon,
When I’ll just meet the end.
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Cover image sourced from Sigmund/Unsplash. The copyright of ‘Tomorrow’ belongs to Arjun Dhillon.
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