Procrastination

I'm wasting my time,
I know and I'm sure.
I don't have a dime,
Nor know how to be mature.

Love to eat,
For days and days.
But to achieve a feat,
Well ... you should really find new ways.

It's not that I am not inspired,
do not judge me, sir, be kind.
But putting efforts make me tired,
well... until the anxiety makes me grind.

One day I'll be able to,
Finally do the work meant to be done.
But till that day is here,
Let's just curl up and sleep,
There's still a spot of sun.

A little bit about the poem
This poem was written in the evening in collaboration with one of the most talented poets I have had the pleasure of meeting new_mani . We were complaining about procrastinating and this poem was born. It is also a birthday gift for one of my closest friends.
Love
M💚