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Just look how often we all are late
The effort it takes to procrastinate
The time spent saying instead of doing
Waste hours of rewinds and reviewing

Plans laid out with good intent
With timeless youth march on hell bent
No effort put in not a finger did we lift
Fools believing there would still be a gift

Maybe I’ll just sit won’t do a thing
Open my hand and find the brass ring
I know it sounds like a very poor plan
Another gaping hole an empty proverb of man

It’s no ones fault we all sat and waited
With palms outstretched with our breath baited
Maybe next time instead we won’t
But what if all bad comes to those who don’t