Flat on my back,
Sweating but swaddled
Thirsty but drinkless
Hungry but foodless
Fidgety but motionless,
So many problems with so many simple solutions
Alarm clock screaming from miles away
Who knew it took this much effort to exist?
These chains in my brain just keep getting stronger
And as much as I strain I just can’t break my bondage
I’m late for work – again.
And I want to explain that it takes a Herculean effort
Just to turn on the goddamn light
So how am I supposed to
Walk to car
Drive to work
When I can’t even turn off that alarm that must be somewhere in the next county?
“Sure sounds like laziness to me”
Okay but I’m broke
Not because I don’t have any money
But because I have not deposited a paycheck in three months.
Somehow that basic need is too much effort.
I skipped dinner twice this week;
How is the kitchen that far away?
Is the cure for laziness really just self-control?
What about the cure for executive dysfunction?
Is that the same thing but with an excuse for a name?
Every solution requires an action
But these chains won’t let me move
And I’m no Samson
All I can do is silently scream for help