‘To do’ works as a clock,

wakes up early,

slowly at first.

With no need for alarm

Almost without rising its voice.

Crawling after one’s legs,

one’s sleep,

one’s mind.

Until the heart feels it too,

Getting it closer

with every tick

every tack.

To. do. To. do.

In our own heartbeat.

To. do. To. do.

And it gets faster

and faster

with the pressure of the mind,

running our own blood pressure.

Closer to the deadline,

It is just…

To do. To do. To do.

And it is almost reaching

the end of the line,

its flatness,

The seconds right before finishing

that it comes the last to do,

to do,

to.do, to.do.