Too much said
Not enough done
This is the theme
I plot and scheme
But get no closer to
Escaping from the dream
I’m not sure what to do
I think and fret
And get caught in it
Plunging through my mind
Spinning like a dime
I lose track of the time
Behind schedule again
I storm through my chores
Cursing as I go
I’ve seen this show
So often before
But it’s all I know
Experience it seems
Does not always lead to change
And yet I have changed
The patterns remain
Yet everything’s different
But sometimes the alterations
Are difficult to see
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