Procrastination is a nation
Of happy people on the run
Why you have to be
Someone
If it’s only you, who loves, to be yourself
Leave it all behind
Don’t you know?
You might find
Happiness inside
Follow us to nowhere
Secrets find themselves
In procrastination
Land of don’t doers
Keepers
Seekers of a truth
Don`t listen to me
Listen to wind, the sun
And the moon
Procrastinators at last
Having such a blast
By doing nothing
Procrastination proclaimed itself a nation
With the happiest people in the earth
Cause only healthy people procrastinate
The others never hesitate
They love to be part of the state
