Procrastination

It is a snowflake
And you wonder how it will be
What shape it is
What will you see
If you would taste it or let it be
And it grows and grows

You sit in your room
Forget about it
It is cold and not fun
And it is small and insignificant
It rolls and rolls

You play with fire
Or is it snow
Oh it is nothing
And it grows and grows

Should you open your door
Face it perhaps
Before the storm kicks it in
It rolls and rolls

Is it here already
Can it not let me be
And it grows and grows

I did not have time
Did I
It rolls and rolls

I worry but to what outcome
It is here

I can not face it
It is here

It will knock down my door

Thud