I plan to do that

It's at the top of my list

I'll start tomorrow

I will do those things

after one more episode

aaaand maybe one more

One day I promise I will...

But that day is not today.

For now I am a figure of complexity

That no one can or will try to piece together

For now I've got

Hair to hide my face

Two feet that run away

And two arms that push away

I've got butterflies in my stomach

That eventually turned into bats

I've got ice in my mind

To numb my thoughts

I've got a heart that's been broken

Lungs that have had no air

Eyes that can only see grey

And a mouth that is chapped and bleeding

I am a lockbox and the key is hidden away

One day someone will find the key

One day the lockbox will open up

One day I promise I will...

But that day is not today

Bless this mess oh Lord I pray,

That I might clean it up some other day,

Though I might put off today yet another job,

Please don't let my friends think me too much a slob,

The dishes that might build-up in the sink,

I pray, won't raise to much of a stink,

Those piles of bills I have yet to pay,

Please let me pay them another way,

Though pen and paper are now in-hand,

They seem to me like contraband,

I think it's a fear of a jobs completion,

That is the root of my hesitation,

I hope it won’t cause any harm,

When I try to remember third times the charm,

It seems that the dust bunnies are the only ones growing,

Though too, on me, a larger beltline is showing,

Although I owe many, written replies,

My lack of action I'm sure draws sighs,

So, though it's a procrastinator's prayer I offer to pray,

I hope to complete this prayer,

...some other day.