Time machine

Another tick clicks off, the needle pokes my eye,
Stabs me to remember that assignments don't die,
Again and again they rise, bribing me to fly,
If only I could beat the whispers heard inside.
I refuse to flee, I won't recede like the tide,
A battle of the will to conquer days gone by.

In progress, that's the anthem I sing,
Coming along quite beautifully,
In progress, procrastinate like a king,
Praying through the process of accomplishing.