He said he’ll do it tomorrow.. he blinked and the year was over
Procrastination. Time waits for no one
Times revolving doors continuously spinning, churning out hour after hour day after day
No pausing to take notes no instant replays
We sit we wait we ponder time eclipsing each day
Gone forever never to come back,
If only life was measured in should haves and could haves, we’d have it all
In reality without action all these possibilities count for nothing at all
Without action what do we really have? Nothing but high hopes and sweet dreams
But what’s a dream if you can’t live it, that sounds like a nightmare to me
-Dionne MT-
Breathe Think Write Release
Breathe Think Write Release 
