List-less

Perhaps it’s not been good

to venture forth without a plan.

Such slothful will, defined

or ill, finds naught to follow…

every effort starts to

stall in different

hall of fame; no blame.

Except for paltry piles

instead of miles plopped

far ahead of where

the mound was meant to be.

If I’d have found just

one completion sign,

the road to ‘done’

would rest much easier

on eyes rolled languid

past another day.