inertia

Inertia has me in its grip
So many things I could do
Yet none of them done

I wonder if I sleep all day
Will my longing run away
Or will I continue to hunger

Something has to be done
Removing myself from listless
Make of myself something useful

Give me a moment
And I'll get up
I tell myself

Yeah...right.

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