As I Lay Here WritingAs I lay here writing,Trying to find a muse.My mind keeps wanting to wonder,With thoughts that simple confuse. *~*I think of far off places,Filled with golden sand.Camels marching two by two,Across the promised land. *~*I drift off to the ocean,Where waves come crashing by.Watching the sun sink,Giving way to a star spangled sky. *~*My mind keeps taking me further,Drifting up into untouched space.Where planets, comets and Suns pass by,Like some never ending race. *~*So as I lay here writing,My mind is not in my head.It's darting around in another world,Where mere mortals fear to tread.
Procrastinationi'll do it lateri say quietly and turn awaythe piles and heaps of dreams and ideas simply crumble to dustas i leave themi'll do it laterthey stare at mefrom their spot on the deskthe slowly aging and fading paperthe messy scribbles of ideas never to come truei'll do it latermy friends start to doubt me(if i have friends left)i used to talk to themnow i tell themwe'll meet up lateri haven't seen them for years nowi'll do it laterprocrastination doesn't existit's all a matter if you want to or notbut i want toand i don'ti'll do it laterso much time left in my lifei've been here for thirteen(nearly fourteen) yearsand here i go again wasting my precious timei have no need to hurryi can do it laterbut later never comesi'll do it lateri start to waste awayi stare at the walli need to changei'm slowly dying insidei need changei can't do it laterbut i can't do it nowi'll do it lateri say dropping the papers(my dreams and hope