Sitting solemnly in solitude
hand under chin staring within
at blank thoughts stirring afar.

Your nakedness stilled by the artist's skillful hands
while loving desires chill strolling through Pleasantville.
Lover's lane doesn't refrain or query 'bout:
What pulses the heart to flutter at the sound of a lover's shout?
Indulgence you dare not embrace for it eludes your thinking practice.
Stand erect. Let your observers see the external masterful piece!
Structured to entice the mind; to create and develop a thinker as well.

Thinker, why ponder so much when life day to day drifts by?
Turn left, turn right; must you decipher every movement!
A strategic chess game requires actions after thought,
but your thoughts hinder reasoning
and the quest for knowledge refuses actions.
Procrastinator, I shall rename you.
Dare you not come closer to scrutinize me?
Your fate's position focuses on views --
let your observers see the internal emptiness....

You cannot wander to and fro for every step carries meaning...
a purpose beyond the perimeters of your delicate suitably crafted pedestal.
You, thinker, do you not speak words without questioning?
Step down. Don't stare vacantly into your observers eyes.
Do not cause them to wonder as you do...
as they go 'round and 'round about you.
Pause to think for a moment,
but spend not an eternity in finding the answer.
For you will forever remain a thinker to many,
but to me you will be known as a
PROCRASTINATOR.


11/30/05, Saby J.R., All Rights Reserved