The neck sloth

It's that tiny monster stuck to the back of your neck
slowly leaching your energy and stopping your action
It's like a ratsize tick permitting stagnancy
But you'll have to forgive it all the same

It tells you to sit back down when it took an hour to stand up
It suggests you relax when it's time to act up
Your inner desire is to realize a few dreams
before you go to the dirt into ghost steam

Procrastinators roar in silence
don't join their choir
put one foot forward even in violence
and face the world eyes painted by danger

For the neck sloth gets fed
every time you bow to dread
every moment you hesitate
is a meal the neck sloth waits for