Present kills
The tale about the affection
Felt raw enough to get scrambled in this
Stubborn me desirous on pointless things
Furnishes and makes a feel on awful site
This concern keeps on biting me
Still don't know why I am continuing?
Fear of losing gives a goose bumps
Fear of future permits the goose muscle
The habit of postponing is just killing
Ideas to do it the other day never exists
Obviously future is important
But seriously don't know what I am doing
Transformation concept keeps arising
No path visible to start
This goes on, then obviously going to suffer
Lost in the thoughts to find the way to start