Don't look back.
Stack until hurts.
Put it on the pile,
Ticking, ticking,
Fear the time-bomb manifest, unstrong procrastinator;
Cower at the towering,
The trembling, overpowering
List of lists of lists, and each one
Threatens to explode.

Wide-eyed, watch the minutes rushing towards,
Maximum compression and beyond,
Crying, aging, pressure, fracture,
Held alive by "later, after,
Someday, someday…"

Body trembling-tired as the sun is rising,
Eardrums set to vibrate, and the sound is setting,
"Someday" is as hopeless as the sea…

Et c'est la vie.