One day I'm ready and the next I'm not,
But since I always will procrastinate
It doesn't matter which it is. I got
A little better once - but I was late
Deciding what to do, and so no dice.
I'm still the same, and wavering as ever.
I won't improve, although it might be nice
To be a different man - but I will never
Make that decision, either since I'm slow
In making any choice, no matter what,
Or just because a part of me says no,
I am not ready - whether head or gut.
Maybe someday these both will align
But I won't hold my breath - right now I'm fine.
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