Do

If I were to just actAnd stop thinking quite so muchI think I’d be better off.So long as our intentions are good,I don’t know that it matters that muchWhat 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 doneUnder the circumstancesAnd then move onTo 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 someWhose problem is the oppositeWho get themselves into troubleBecause they don’t think quite enough.But for those of us whose addictionIs trying to work it all out beforehand,The antidote, it seems to me, is DO.