a myriad of Assignments

Assignments many, i see
i gotta have to do what i have put aside to be.

fatigue creeps in
even with the loss of time through lumbering slumber.
sleep a time where we are free,
though not when it is full of dreams of work, if not nightmares.

the incessant chattering of voices telling me to start what i have to,
but i turn a deaf ear, when i dun hear them with ears.
procrastination, suspension, lingering, loitering, that's what i have been doing.

and it all ends today. for the mountains i have built at the back of my mind from a long to-do list,
are about to come crashing from my high expectations that only make them higher.

looking into the future and hoping that i can become what i see.
not a dream only is it?