Procrastination

I never finish anything My drawing remains a sketch. A potential masterpiece. a work in progress, remains undone. It's not that I'm not passionate. in fact my feelings overflow. A thought comes to mind and I put it to paper. I see it in motion, messy and undefined I see potential. It's sure to be amazing. Surely it is.... but I never finish anything Not because it was unloved but because I was scared of letting go. Because everything comes to and end, and things are bound to change All that's left is a memory One I am bound to forget