Procrastination to the Nth Degree

I once wrote:

Girl, you make me work too hard,
too hard for your love.
And if I knew we'd be apart,
I don't know what I'd do.

Who knew that it would apply to someone else other than the original intended?

It's funny how that works... Life, that is.

Everything comes full circle
Like spirals spinning out.
What once happened
Will happen again.
It truly never fails.

One door closes, another opens... Then you find yourself in the same place you were years ago. Irony can be quite humorous at times. Karma (for those who believe in it) can also be interesting. My world consists of nothing but circles and spirals since my wings left me.
And I'm coping just fine, actually. It's amazing.
I learned a lot about myself. My limits. My compromises. My "love."
I learned a lot about others. Their hopes. Their fears. Their "control."
And I've come out a better person, I believe.
Full reliance on God and all of His saving grace is the only thing that kept me sane.

I'm Kicking habits to the curb

and driving off into the sunset,
never looking back
to see the sadness in their eyes
and contempt in their veins.

Burn my world
on a paper plate.
Watch as the embers
take hold
and bounce back
and forth.

Reflectors on the road
avoided like the plague
the outcome will surely
Live.
Live, I say.
Live.

False Hope vs. No Hope
The debate never ends.
Down the river
or across the street
I'll always see you there.
My pieta,
My wings,
My polyrhythm,
I'll always see you there.

There. I successfully procrastinated and alleviated my mind at the same time.
Therefore: Kdawg 1 : Research Paper 0

Live, I say.
LIVE.