Procrastination and Other Earthly Delights

From front to back
I toss and turn
A knife dangling above my head
From the front
Its point hangs precariously over my eye
From the back
It cannot be seen
So, I impersonate the ocean
With my constant rolling
Until someone comes along
With the presence of mind
To take the damn thing down
Which I cannot do myself
For reasons too complicated to explain
Not the least of which being
That then, I would no longer be under the knife
And where would the peril be?
So, obviously, there is nothing to be done
But lie, roil and
Wait.