I’ve overcomplicated me:
There’s comfort in my misery.
Instead of dealing with the day,
I freeze, philosophise away,
And then convince me I am wrong.
I’m indecisive all day long.
If “too much” is what I resist,
Solution is a two-do list:
A selfish act for my own good,
A service act I know I should.
By lunchtime, I will finish one.
By dinner, second will be done.
Whatever doesn’t fit the two,
I have to swear I will not do.