I am a man who’s always on the go
I find relaxing simply too taxing
I can’t stay in one place, sit still for long
The urge to do something is far too strong
I try to read a book but I will look up
My mind will wander and I will ponder
The things that I could be doing instead
Whilst other folk enjoy their lie in in bed.
I thought that as I grow older I would change
Re-arrange my life , cut out the need to binge
On doing stuff that stops me being bored
Give me a breather, pause be restored
Maybe I will look back on times like this
When I’m old and frail, can’t even piss
And wish I could be always on the go
Instead of waiting for god with a stranger called Joe.