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 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 broke down far too many times. It is uncanny how our lives look just the same yet mine never seam 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 rather do than all the things i have to do.