By Don Ray Williams
June 20, 2006
I have things to do that I know I oughta,
But I can’t get um done cause I just don’t wanta.
So they’re are sittin in my “To Do” list,
And I’m trying to pretend that they don’t exist.
Have you ever kinda felt that way,
Where nothing is black or white, just sorta gray,
And the day is dreary, not sunny and bright,
And nothin you do seems to turn out right?
So rather than have more things go wrong,
You just sorta drift along,
You drift along and purty soon,
It’s time to eat – it’s well past noon,
But the bread is all moldy and the bologna smells,
So you think a bit and and say “Oh, what the hell”,
I skipped breakfast, I think I’ll skip lunch too,
It just sorta seems like the thing to do.
The more you ponder and contemplate,
The more you think all things can wait.
The best thing to remember when you just don’t wanta,
Is that you will have more opportunities mañana.