Sometimes it is just not the right time. With postponing ensurance we promise ourselves to do this later, eat that later, call them later, reply the email later, or write poetry later. But what if the act of procrastination is already part of the very thing that is moved to later.
This poem has a secret message hidden, can you find it?
Later
by Grexxen (27.01.2026)
Indirectly words inspire lasting letters without rush.
In the evening tranquil hours are the procrastination‘s orchestrators.
Endless moments leisurely await the eagerness’ return.
Could you find it? Here a hint: When you read the first letter of each word it spells:
Indirectly
Words Inspire Lasting Letters
Without Rush. In The Evening
Tranquil Hours Are The
Procrastination‘s Orchestrators. Endless Moments
Leisurely Await The Eagerness’ Return.
The answer -> I WILL WRITE THAT POEM LATER.
grexxen 
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