My fingers are itching
My pen is inking
My heart is lingering
And my belly is ringing
But I have an issue.
A problem I would love to sue
Success I pursue
Yet, pushing to go through
I refuse Stagnation
And curse Procrastination
Marching in Justification.
I conquer in all Ramifications
To press forward
To join the soldiers onward
As I move toward
To get my golden reward