Procrastination

In shadows cast by fleeting time,

Resides a foe, a silent crime.

Procrastination, thief of days,

Whispers sweet lies in subtle ways.

Tomorrow's promise, alluring guise,

Seduces with its tempting lies.

Yet as the hours slip away,

Regret is born, a heavyweight.

No more delay, the moment's here,

Embrace the now, and let doubt disappear.

For in action's realm, true joy ignites,

Procrastination fades, as progress takes flight.