If I were to just act

And stop thinking quite so much

I think I’d be better off.

So long as our intentions are good,

I don’t know that it matters that much

What we do so long as we do.

Do, do, do. In all things, do.

That’s what bodies are made for.

Do the best that can be done

Under the circumstances

And then move on

To another do.

I wonder if it’s the long-term 

That gets us thinkers into trouble.

We try to make choices 

That we can’t yet make.

I am sure there are some

Whose problem is the opposite

Who get themselves into trouble

Because they don’t think quite enough.

But for those of us whose addiction

Is trying to work it all out beforehand,

The antidote, it seems to me, is DO.