To-Do List

A soul succumbing

Mind numbing

To-do list

Purpose

To check

A series of boxes

Neverending

What monotony

4 lines connected

Marked with two crossed

X

X

X

On and on

X

To race away

Do we

Such human tendency

To confine ourselves

In such boxes

Constantly racing

Yet never ending

Why do we sprint

If the race never ends

And even once it ends

What prize is to be won

At least not knownst to us

As we lie in a coffin

Body imprisoned

While our spirit was while we breathed

Another box we lie in

Check

To race away

Do we

Such human tendency

I can't help but want

To be like the bees

Buzz flower to flower

Check

Tree to tree

Check

No

They fly free

And from pollination beget

Beautiful flowers

Completely absent from a mark check

I want to throw away

The to-do list

But yet

Day and day I return

Unable to break

For I know the consequences

And continue to abide

For society's sake

What beautiful flowers the bees nurture

Maybe one day

I'll live my hive

But right now

I'm too locked in

Dependent upon to survive

Maybe one day

I'll nourish flowers to bloom

And strike the balance

Between

My hive and free

And bloom beauty gently

Not bound to to-dos

Like the buzzing bumble bees