What to do? What to do?

The things I ought to do

When my eyes are still staring

When my hands are still quick

When my mind are still sensing

When me am spanking new

 

Years passed

With none, nothing really

Except the ordinary

Ordinary

In front of a mirror

Stands an ordinary

 

What to do? What to do?

A lot of catching up to do, to Write...

Read the classic and the new

All the Limerick and Dubliners

A page awake, onto another

But no more than the fifth, asleep

 

What to do? What to do?

Music awakes me, I remember

Pluck the Croce's, Chet's Fingerstylin'

Simply Nirvana or Clapton's lick

The guitar will make me startling

If only the fingers are not aching

 

Too hard to do the things to do

The extra ordinary things to do

Weak eyes, weak hands, weak spirit

Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock

A year after or maybe next

I will come up with something…

 

That extraordinary…