It flips itself over, unimpressed.
Your procrastination does not amuse it.
The sand whispers down, judgmental,
knowing full well
you’ll make the same mistake
the next time it turns.
It flips itself over, unimpressed.
Your procrastination does not amuse it.
The sand whispers down, judgmental,
knowing full well
you’ll make the same mistake
the next time it turns.