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