Catchin’ up lays a silly track
on my brain trip in the so much to do
In the what needs doing in the first place
Cause there ain’t no catchin’ up
List gets longer by the days’ end
At the really what of it trippin’
like a bad drug high in the why
Hone it down to essential doing
Then there is the what the fuck anyway
Cause like I said, there’s no catchin’ up
Life’s daggers have a way of impaling
Cause you on the bulletin board list of boring
cause that’s what responsible people do
Get the boring have toos’ outta the way
the fun stuff is tappin’ its little
feetzies right over there waitin’ on you.
For the fun-of-it-all takes a back seat
You sold your Mustang convertible
decades ago cause job and family
And the fuckin’ duties of ‘the-right-thing’
To do won… What? Really? Damn…
Since there’s no catchin’ up dudes
Pull that dagger outta how you’re pinned
to that cork board, those post-it notes
Those uncelebrated or sour rituals
long past being buried in the proverbial
back yard.
Go buy another convertible to convert
you life back into the high five of the joy
caught in the wind in you hair, the
sun drenched goodness of blasting
rock n’ roll on the highways of your
new found liberation to doing the
best you can when the doing needs done
