Why does it feel as if I’m always running for the bus?

Why can’t I lead a simpler life devoid of all this fuss?

Another meeting looms at work for which I’m unprepared

I should display my confidence, instead I’m slightly scared

My tax return is overdue, I’m certain to be fined

But it depends on documents that sadly I can’t find

The weeds control my flower beds, the grass is inches deep

Around the house the jobs pile up and all I want is sleep

Each night in bed I fret about the things I haven’t done

As deadline after deadline sucks my life of any fun

I mean to be more organised and practise self-control

But good intentions by themselves won’t dig me out this hole

A leopard cannot change its spots, the course is set for us