That’s enough time wasting out of you
Your mornings are terrible
You barely get a good sleep too
You start too slow it won’t cut it
I need so much more from you
Starting right now
Do everything that we have to do
What passed is gone
That time we can’t get back
We do have right now though
That’s enough to still get it all done
We just chose the hard way
You just love that though don’t you
You love being short on time
Feeling like the walls closing in
I don’t know why you do but you do
No point in reasoning now
Just get on with it already
Show me you can do it all.
You’ve wasted enough time already. The morning slipped through your fingers, and you know it. Sleep didn’t do its job, and your start was slow—again. But none of that matters now. There’s no use dissecting the past when the present is still alive in your hands. This is the part where you stop negotiating and start moving. There’s still enough time to win. You’ll just have to do it the hard way—your way.
There’s something in you that thrives under pressure. You won’t admit it out loud, but you like the chaos. The urgency. The game of catching up. It makes you feel alive. That closing window of time, the ticking in your chest—it lights the fire that calm mornings can’t reach. Maybe it’s not ideal, but it’s yours. And now, with the day half-gone and everything still ahead of you, you have a choice: collapse under the weight of wasted hours or rise and reclaim them through action.
There’s no more reasoning. No more planning. Just execution. Do what needs to be done, all of it. Not to catch up—to prove you can. To prove that even when you stumble, you never disappear. This is the part of you that refuses to lose, even when it’s behind. That version of you that doesn’t need comfort or clarity—just a challenge and the will to rise to it. So get on with it. Let the pressure mold you. Let it reveal who you really are.
