I sometimes wonder, In the dead of night, If all of my to-do lists, Don't up and come to life.? Do they dance around, around my sleeping head? Competing for attention, All wanting to be read. Do they talk amongst themselves, Whilst I lie asleep? Do they decry my lack of action, my lack of progress, do they weep? Do they wonder what might happen, When each item is crossed off? Do they know that never happens, All written by the queen of sloth. Do they wait patiently for New Year? For a sense of a start anew, Does one of them run a betting shop, taking bets on what I'll do? Do they fight to be the top list, The one I'm currently adding to? Or is it safer at the bottom, where they know they'll never move? I should stop making lists at all. I should sort out my life. But now I'm really worried, That I'd be condemning them to die.
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