Marrakech: and a tale of the To Do list that got away

I feel like I am always chasing,

                        chasing the man in the Moroccan red jellaba.  

Sometimes I almost catch up.  

But then he gets ahead of me.  

        Far far ahead of me.  

                                                Again.

So much to do.  Oh, so much to do.

{on deadline. and, yawn, tired.}