Struggles, conflicts ensue,
Sight is loss, not knowing what to pursue.
Leisure against food,
What is best? What is good?
As I strive for what is right,
Sloth chases… chases and bite.
Too weak, too meek,
Lose hold of what I seek.
Inspiration I lack, therefore I slack,
The clock hands turn, no turning back.
A sledgehammer I need,
Wake me, wake me I plead
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