Silly Dilly-Dally

I always hit the hay with a plan for the next day,

And end up going back with the same plan.

After every wasted moment, I pray,

Like it's going to be of any use with my attention span.

It's like a credit card, a lot of fun,

Until you receive the bill.

Somehow I start after everyone,

And don't finish it even on the way downhill.

It's going to get me nowhere,

All of this waiting and comparing all through.

I imagine ending up right in despair,

If I don't stop what I know I do.