My Being Lazy


All at once, inside of me
became something like a machine,
And everywhere I go I see,
Is nothing but monotony.
The mind is thinking,
The gears are grinding,
But nothing is being produced.
Sloth has now seduced,
What little motivation I had.
Well enough took it, turned it bad.
I’ll now crawl into bed
And face the night.
I’ll wait for my motives to be fed
This next morning light.


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