To be so weak, so disinclined
To venture forth from thought and mind,
To tread a path with strength and task
And not lounge limp in the stale dark.
Thought is fraught with intentions kind
Yet decays to delayed inaction.
So where can one find their peace of mind
If they never even gain traction.
Just move oneself from stagnant pace;
Give them purpose they may face.
Motion begets motion dreamt
And paves the way for ascent.