Stationary
The brain sends orders
Then it just ignores them
Joints rusted shut
Just need to get up
Pushing against a wall
Trying to do it all
Guilt soaks in the blood
Still nothing is done
Hours and hours go by
Only signal answered is to cry
Desire doesn't matter
Climbing a never ending ladder
The top seems obtainable
But now the ending seems like a fable
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