The Sad Long and Great Pause

Everyday I pause and think
About what I should write
Then I procrastinate
And with all my laziness
I postpone any writing
Burying myself in nothingness
Allowing my mind to wander
As second and minutes wasted
Become hours, days, and weeks
That soon become months
And eventually too son
Inevitable years
Causing me to feel
That my life and talents
Are slowly, yet most rapidly
Sadly wasting away
My life becoming one great pause