I’ve got more things to do
than I could possibly do.
My list keeps on growing and growing!
Right now I must say
there’s simply No Way
I can go on the way I’ve been going.

I wish I could say
my list points the way
to a life filled with laughter and fun.
Instead it is filled…
to the brim it is filled…
with just “stuff” that needs to get done.

The problem with “stuff”
is it’s just so much fluff
that obscures the true meaning of living.
I’m beginning to see
what’s important to me—
the laughing, the loving, the giving.

No to-do list can capture
what will bring my life rapture.
My head just isn’t that smart.
So I’ll find a new guide
when I turn deep inside.
Today I will follow my heart.

What to do?
What to do?
What to do!

Round and round
inside my head
things scream to be done.

Alas! Alas!
I’m so confused.
I cannot pick just one.

Buzz, buzz, buzz,
they swarm my head,
but it’s clarity I hunt.
So in my frantic tiredness,
I decide it’s best to punt.

T.V.‘s no good.
A book’s too much.
I think I’ll take a nap.
Perhaps in some quiet place
into my dreams I’ll tap.

Ah, yes!
That’s much better.
My sense of peace is back.
Such quiet is revered the most
when there is a lack.