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AllmylifeonthiswonderfuloldEarth

Deadlines fast approaching,
Fingers typing,
Keyboard smoking.

Brain is a jumbled mess,
Getting stressed,
Can't perform my best.

I might wake when the clock hits the morning,
But I am not alive.
For the following hours of afternoon I drift,
Hours passing by.
Listless daydreams replace my hours of sunlight,
The dust settles.
When the clock strikes late and the sun sets,
it's time to test my mettle.

I have a whole list of things to do;
Not just for myself, but for others too.
Life is short and yet I do not care;
This is my honest truth laid bare.
Underachieving is a trait of mine;
A recurring statement, an obvious sign?
So far I'm surviving,
Not thriving.
Why won't I just do it?