Thief of Time

Ooh, yeah. I always have so many plans hidden in my

head. If I can make the effort to do the things I said.

But yesterday was left behind with words that wouldn't rhyme. And echoing inside

of me, procrastination is the thief of time. My pages held so many thoughts

and held them for so long. I swore I'd make them count somehow,

but today's already gone. And now those thoughts are left behind with others

that I had. And once again, the world moves by, and it only

makes me sad. Every minute that I hesitate, I think it will be fine.