While I dread the monotony of days that pass me by,
I relish in the lack of responsibility I deliberately choose for myself
And the beauty of un-productivity that allows me to seep into the deep recesses of my thoughts that ought to be silenced by the preoccupation of busyness.
But as I stay here I am overcome with the urge to close myself from a world that is riled in controversial truths and this ignorance of mine is an implication of an immaturity that can only temporarily console me from my reality.
Procrastination as a hindrance to move me forward from my inevitability, and the unwillingness to move along with the continuous pacing of society is leaving my mouth open to grasp rapidly in order to hear myself beating attune with the rest of them all.
And with my measly attempt to move along, I ponder upon the difficulty of life and the wonder I render upon those who are able to endure it. For as they place themselves within positions of structure that beguile them; that the presence of such circumstances are excusable limits that delimit them, they succumb to be a part of a construct that although may be accorded to order, may not lead to the happiness we have subjectively and respectively created in our minds and in due part, externally yearn for.