No.

And never,
Will be.

Life has deadlines,
Even when it is set,
We will never be ready
For what is to come.

Procrastination,
Kills, Sucked.
Asked,
“Are you ready?”
No.

No matter how much you prepared,
You will never meet
The definition of being ready.

Either you have transcended
The ready mark
In your preparations.

Or,
Suffer the martyrdom of your own blunder,
Seconds stretched into hours,
You will stand there,
Even after,
Glaring blindly at
Your mis-discipline,
Your mis-timing,
Put it bluntly,
Four letters, starts with L, ends with Y.

As I lifted myself from my insomnia,
As I reached the doorway,
As I sat down,
As I grabbed my pen,
As I uttered a silent prayer,
“Are you ready?”

Ready.
No.
Fuck.

Fuck it.

Dubious

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