Bookshelves.

Books you haven't read
I'll get around to them
Some day
But the shelf is so inviting
And padded for their pleasure
I'll get around to them one day
Read them all in equal measure
The books I plan to read
Often fall right off the shelf
Becoming ones I planned to read
And never did

I've found that when I sit down
And have designs to read
I can never sit quite comfortably
I can never really breathe

The books recoil at my analogy
My metaphor and simile
Whether it's not good enough
Or far too much for them
Well, that's a little hard to tell

I want to read so many books
That want too to be read
I'll never get around to them
And one day I'll be dead