Procrastination.
Tomorrow.
I'll do it tomorrow.
Tomorrow comes and the line is repeated.
Put it off. Save it for later. Lower the priority.
Tomorrow's come in an endless supply.
I can just keep shifting it into the future.
I'll just keep pushing it a littler farther ahead of me.
I keep going through life on autopilot.
Then, one day, you realize that the tomorrow's are finite.
They stop coming after a while.
The end is in sight to old strained eyes.
The list of things undone becomes set in stone.
Your Bucket List is unfinished. Loose ends dangle. Tasks remain uncompleted.
Life remains uncompleted.
Day after day after day after day after day after day after day until the day you run out of days.
And then you're gone.
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