the war

There is a war, a war between me and procrastination. Maybe because I don't believe in time or because I'm just a lazy fuck, but there is a war. I will always win because my excuses are better than an in-animate concept that can't fight back. But I will never win the way I plan, it will always be last minute on the seat of my pants like I ain't plan shit. But I planned that, the discrepancy plan,the oh I knew I'd do that shit, but shit, it'd had been nice to have that breath back. To breath and look at an accomplishment, not just to be here it is wallah.....