Dilemma sits still
in the corner of the room,
waiting in silence
for a sign of commitment,
a nod of acquiescence.
Days turn into night,
Procrastination the thief
who swindles our funds,
bankrupting our loyalty
with sacrifice and blood earned.
Another dawn breaks,
filled with hope to overcome
the deep malignant malaise,
wish flags will fly in full mast
to new vibrant glory days.
Chevvy's diary 