Yes?

You can’t not think what to think
Next, what to do, what to say
With all that’s next in your way.

It goes on. Next? It. Goes. On.
Lots of days aren’t all that bad,
And some days you love to death.

(You can take out the word days
And say the same thing of folks.)
I could be wrong. I’m not you,

And these words aren’t you or me,
Though we share them here. You ask—
Is this true for you as well,

All this, for you, you, and you?
It goes on, and here you are,
And you can’t not think, what’s next?