Never will you arrive that day when you’ll be perfect
It’s an everyday chase
No one is perfect—neither you nor me
The more you procrastinate an action, the weaker you become
Slowly and slowly, you lose that little voice in your heart, calling
Wake up and do your homework
It’s 8.00 a.m., and you’re sleeping
Is that fair?
One thing more!
You’re good at writing
So please write, and if you think
Your writing is bad
improve that, but please don’t say
Everything is an art. You can learn that.