All the notebooks that you bought still unused
Years of spending the afternoons dozing on the couch
Thinking about this I have resolved
To write the novel that could revolutionize
The current literary landscape
So that at least you remember me
All your ideas that died through self-censorship
All the excuses that you use to escape
Thinking about this I have resolved to compose
The generational rock opera
That will sweep the crowds
So that at least you remember me
All the secrets that you insist on not revealing
It will be worth it when you can no longer tell them
Thinking about this I have resolved
To direct the trilogy that will monopolize
The festival honors
So that at least you remember me
Thinking about this I have resolved
To postpone all the strokes of genius yet to begin
To pick up the phone and call you
What plans are there for this afternoon?