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What am I doing with my life?
Postponing.

I think long and hard,
ask the same question
and think again.

The sun rises, a blackbird sings.
And I think: What If I stop postponing? 
That thought is unbearable.

A cloud starts to cover the sun
in the distance a church bell rings-
I ask my question,

like always, for the last time.