I have a list of things to do
And only so much time
To complete them
I think I can do
Them all if I
Perform
Well
So
I
Try
Very hard
To complete them
But as time rushes by
(That is as time is keen to do)
I realize that I seem to do accomplish
Less and less of each of them
In an attempt to reach
The end of the line
I fail to draw
Closer
My
Efforts
Seem so true
Yet you cannot reap
From their crops in harvest time
I guess I forgot where to plant the seeds
And thus put them where ever the wind blew them
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