Dilly Dally

So easy to let little things

Turn into vague meanderings,

Distractions of attractions

Unconnected to reality.

 

Possessed to dilly dally as

The time begins to tally

To a late last minute rally

Built on inconsistency.

 

Focus? Not a large concern

As seconds tick and hours turn,

Precious lessons all but spurned

In addle-minded youth.

 

So much for hard persistence in

This muddled-up existence

Ever widening the distance

Between fantasy and truth.

 

Time keeps moving forward,

Never thinks to hesitate,

Will not hold your place in line,

Will not negotiate.