By now you got the memo
That even the best laid plans with me
are often broken.
More than I care to admit
this has led to breaks in the friendship
Where we stop communication
Forget the other exists
because I chose not to tell you where I really was.
And the truth is,
my brain is always on the go.
By noon, I’ve taken two trips
and planned eleven parties
Attended charity galas
Written my to-do lists for the week
And I am overwhelmed by all I want to do
Underwhelmed by my motivation
to actually do it all.
So I pretend like I am having this life
by making plans
When inevitably, I grow tired
Just thinking of what I’ve got to do.