Rolling to-do lists

There are things to be done

But first they need to be begun

While there is interference

Of progress, there’s no appearance

A rolling list of improvements,

While to life, I make amends

But, the effort remains in vain

While I tend to matters insane

Lacking empathy and propriety

And, of everything there’s dubiety

There will be no end in sight

I curl up and wallow in my plight.

Stifling are the nights and days

While no one alters their ways

Unfinished, things will remain

While menial, I seem to deign

The contentment of completion

Remains but a hazy notion

While others’ lives are in motion

Mine is nothing but a commotion.