The clock ticks, it never stops

And yet, I never start

The day is gone, no work is done

And I know, in my heart

That to be a lazy bum

Of which I am right now

Will never get me anywhere

And this, I won't allow

I laugh in bitter irony 

That is in all that I have said,

For in doing what I am right now

This I am going against

All that must be done is before me

No difficulty too extreme

The problem is in fact not the problem

The only problem here is me