Post 11. Slow Day

The moment passes me still

So fast, so fast. The stagnant I,

Stays grounded in transition,

The crossroads where a choice is present

Is unappealing. The want near naught

The will close to will not.

Yet! I complain. Motivate! I scream

Mentally; that drains me. Ah well

Ah well. These are periods of rest,

Recuperative thought, my next move,

Always the biggest, my last move

Always the step. Up the ladder I go,

I deserve a memorable rest.

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