Today I sparked a fire inside.

It flickered, burned and quickly died.

 

But in that moment and soft, weak light

I noticed an added bit of might.

 

The shadows cast were small and thin

But still, they forced a modest grin.

 

Tomorrow holds another chance

To stoke the coals and dance the dance.

 

And over time that blaze will grow

Til ‘procrastination’s’ cold, I fail to know.