I'm a master procrastinator
an expert at Last-Minute.
I never really feel alive
until I am racing to meet deadlines,
adrenaline pumping through my veins,
the beat-beat-beat of my heart
cheering me on towards victory.
I wonder what this says about me.
That I need pressure in order to succeed.
That I need stress in order to achieve peace.
I'm afraid to wonder if I'm a procrastinator
in my love life, too.
Sometimes, ya just gotta let the emotions out.