Should have been outside having fun,
but instead you sat inside out of the sun.
The ones you love,
you treated them mean,
when you should have
gave them joys to dream.
With the samuri sword before you,
you should have sliced
yourself more slack,
you road your own miserable back.
To stupid to back off yourself,
for your own mental
and physical health.
That last prayer to the beholder,
still lies packed away in its folder,
to late to pray, death took you away.
Procrastination your plight of sway,
as your final soul and aura try to slip away.
Energies released from this earth star,
rush to universes unknown afar.
Sight upon words viewing a plight,
focusing the mind to move
puzzles pieces right.
Feelings of comfort about you,
thinking no need to make
a move to re-route you.
The mail has been sent by carrier,
seconds, minutes, hours,
and days can be merrier.
Eyelids can be opened
in any span of time,
movies are no crime.