The To-Do List That Never Was

I desperately need to make a list,
but it’s not at the top—how did I miss?
A task to plan, a plan to do,
but somehow, it’s stuck in priority queue.

Write it down, yes, that’s the first step—
but oh, how quickly I seem to forget.
The list I need just lingers there,
a floating thought, lost in thin air.

Should I start? Perhaps tomorrow,
but today I’m busy, buried in sorrow—
of tasks undone, dreams misplaced,
yet here I sit, staring into space.

The coffee calls, a tempting vice,
maybe a snack, yes—that would be nice.
And so, the list remains unmade,
as the hours slip and ambitions fade.

I’ll jot it down, I really will—
but first, a nap, then another thrill.
For the to-do list stays just out of sight,
forever waiting for the time that’s right.

But when tomorrow becomes today,
will I finally get out of my own way?
Or will I continue to resist,
the act of making that elusive list?