What is it with me -
A compulsion for immediacy
Or an immediate compulsion?
Here am I, enjoying an
Engrossing affair with the most
Enticing companion, who demands
No commitment beyond next Wednesday.
What the hell am I doing
Projecting about permanence?
Best to delay such nonsense
At least until the flame
Begins to wane.
But no, there I go
Restoring old Victorians
In the nether reaches of my psyche.
If I'd half a wit about me
I'd put off any talk of tomorrow
'Til tomorrow -
Defer any thoughts of forever
Forever -
Avoid committing to the definite
Indefinitely.
In truth I'd like to procrastinate.
I just can't seem to
Get around to it.