Procrastinate Like There Is A Tomorrow

Sitting here at the desk
typing out words
to take the time
the time 

that
shouldn't
be
wasted.

          And yet here I am
          typing the words
          because otherwise
          my brain 
          is a 
          crow
          who's seen
          a shine.

                    Because it's finals
                    of course it is
                    hard to wrangle
                    that brain
                    into
                    focusing when
                    it wants
                    to fly. 

The pitiful flakes of snow
falling down
beautiful, dancing away
the day
where
focus could
be
spent

          So instead I am here
          words flowing 
          not for assignment
          but for pleasure
          and
          you know what?

                    Sometimes that is okay