Tuesday, March 14, 2006

Bed-ridden

I'm feeling very sick,
I've eaten something very bad.
I used to pride my self on eating questionable things,
But I guess I'm not that bad.

The desire to do all that I ever wanted,
Has been replaced by a wish the just curl up,
Into a ball in the corner of the room.
I guess mind over matter's not for this chump.

If I can force myself to go into the world,
I don't think it will be much fun.
I might not even think after the fact,
That it was good to defy my intuition.

But it's alright,
You have to live the way you were taught.
And in my world if you're stricken to bed,
Then you just haven't conquered what you've caught.

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