Partwise

So many things to do, so little that
I care about. I could be ready, now,
To put it all away, if it were pat
And tidy, but it's not, and won't allow
Such simple, blithe dismissal. If it could,
I would. But no, I must go on and on
Half-caring at the best about the good
And not at all about the bad. What's gone
Is not the world around me, but within;
I see a smaller universe, which I
Prefer. It's lighter, easier to spin
About its axis. No, that bit's a lie.
I just have help with it, which matters too;
That makes things so much easier to do.