I am but the sum of all my failures,
An incomplete soul with no future.
In vain I would try to conjure
A fate that will not let me founder.

Opportunities wasted, hours vanished
They drive me to anguish that i had never wished.
The hour is late, the night awaits
My demons who gather in haste.

Will my spirit suffocate
Under the weight of their maddened gait
And their wild debate?

Grant me Freedom from depression
Let me vanquish procrastination.
Let my soul be lifted from the abyss
Where everything is amiss.