Routine

I’m lying to myself when I say
I’m over my act of postponing
I try to straight myself out and from time to time
I manage to trick, trick my mind, it shows improvement
Oh, pretty moments, when it’s happening so fast
It’s closing in with high speed
I’ll make it

My head has broken down far too many times
It is uncanny how our lives look just the same
Yet mine never seem to point the way that I want to
All the mornings are brand-new starts
In the day time it’s just right
But there’s always something
Always things I’d rather do than all the things I have to do

This is the last time
The very last time