It seems so easy to just sit down and work
Yet I do not do it
I find other things to fill my time
Important things
Like counting my toes
Or following a vein from my finger all the way up my arm
Or looking at a wall
Or walking into a room and forgetting why I’m there
Then leaving the room
Then remembering and entering again
Only to forget and go back
Yes, very important things
But is work really important?
Is my life the sum of my work?
Or is it the sum of my procrastination?
I will figure this out later
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