Too many

Too much to do
Too much to try
Too much, too many
And yet nothing is done about it
So much unrest,
So much turmoil,
Why don’t you push yourself?
Why don't you just do it?
Why do you ponder on what should be done?
Get up now! Get on!
But you indulge in short lived impulses.
“I don't get drunk”, you say,
But your speech is slurred
Your sight is blurred
Now that is one too many
I hope you don’t find yourself
In the unending loop of
Too many to do and too little done