Do

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.