Harsh Mirror, a poem

Some interesting patterns, in what was supposed to be more free-verse, and a little self-critical perhaps.

Lost today,
Was off yesterday,
But I forgot to remember,
What’s tomorrow’s cost?

I self-dissemble,
Though I’m generally agreeable,
Lie through my teeth,
But only to myself.

Can’t even wait,
To immediately procrastinate,
I’m not sold it’s a waste,
I won’t listen, I shan’t.

What’s it to you?
So what if it’s true?
You expect too much,
I haven’t got the guts.

Enough, it’s done,
Just give me meaningless fun,
No reason to argue,
There’s nothing to discuss.

Poetry by Harakhte