In shadows of the ticking clock, there lies A thief of time, with clever, cunning guise. Procrastination, sly, with whispers sweet, Entices us to slumber, rest our feet.

A task undone, it lingers in the air, A burden heavy, yet we seem to care, For fleeting moments, pleasures of the now, Distract us from the work that we endow.

But oh, the weight of tasks we let delay, Grows heavier with every passing day. Regret, remorse, a burden on the heart, When from our goals we slowly drift apart.

Yet in this dance, we find our strength anew, A force within that guides us to push through. The first step's hard, yet once we start the climb, The path to progress seems to shift in time.

Break chains that bind, with courage face the fray, With focus clear, procrastination's sway Dissolves like mist before the morning sun, And in its place, a sense of work well done.

With each small victory, the battle's won, Distractions fade, and soon the task is done. Remember this when next the urge you fight, A single step can lead to boundless light.

For in the end, the greatest treasure found Is not in idle moments, safe and sound, But in the joy of seeing dreams come true, Through effort, heart, and every task we do.