I planned to read a book or two,

Go to the gym and clean my room,

Work on my art and play kazoo,

Smell the flower’s sweet perfume,

I had resolved then to reflect,

On my life and e’vry act,

And find some newfound self-respect,

— As a matter of fact,

I mapped out to travel more,

Trek down every trail and track,

And open all mine loc’ked doors,

Never fooling to look back.

Yet now I paused to take a p...