I procrastinated. So I wrote a poem instead, a eulogy for my wasted time.
There is everywhere and nowhere.
You are everything and nothing.
To have and to have not.
Simply screaming, listening
There is what is not
But a clock in the void
A laughter of the abyss
I am what you are not
It is what you are
Upwards falling crimson
Fluttering, ticking, wailing
Silently evading, approaching
Crashing sand, sweet aftertaste
Steep stares of melted ice
Such black blocks my block
Blinding white that covers all
Not the sighing aching yellow
Without a single green on wall
Gray is the universe and luck
And blue ice is all I know
Can't help but cry the red
Can't smell anything except brown
Lying, grasping everything but purple