Left
to my own devices
I
soon become idle
find
excuses not to do this, go there, give that,
or
even, really, believe.
It’s
strange, bloody annoying sometimes,
but
(in the end, on the whole) good,
how
life’s events have a habit of
tripping
me out of my indolence,
jabbing
a needle into the tender bits,
tipping
me out of my chair.
Follow
me
(can’t
seem to shut out that call):
just
do it.
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