POETRY | PROCRASTINATION
I am not a number
Lê em Português, aqui.
Lost in the unwritten letters,
Devoid of feet or head,
Entwined in modern times’ procrastination.
I am not an unmeasured number,
One of those that add and subtract,
The wind took that away…
I am not a number,
Yet the words don’t come through.
What am I, after all?
A drop in an ocean of emotions,
A discouraged sea,
A cloud that never rains.
Something yet to be written…
Predictable as a math formula,
Our fingers always come with the same letters
Ordained in different ways, different feelings.
If it were a formula, it would be simple.
I would calculate myself every day and
Always finding the right answer.
Meanwhile, the cloud of thought continues,
I remain uncertain as predicted.
I am a lapse of time,
Born out of nothingness,
Stuck in the procrastination mishap.
Let’s get inspired, shall we?
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