Procrastination

I've built a scyscraper

Out of procrastination;

Always excusing the fact

I haven't reached my destination.

This tower of doubt,

This tower of fear,

Hangs over my head

As I stand right here.

On the fifth floor

There's so much rage...

There's so much anger

In this heart's bitter cage.

On the eighth,

All I see is regret

At not knowing whether

This is the only chance I get.

From the tenth,

I take a look outside

And wish it were simpler~

An easier ride.

The twelvth floor stands tall,

Full of insecurity and doubt...

Not knowing what I'm doing;

Forgetting what life's about.

I've done it this time~

Made a mess out of life;

Caused so much heartache,

So much strife.

Give me a way

To tear down this tower.