Up I go horizontally on all four in a jerk
Slowly switch vertical, in me appear a smirk
At times the limbs don’t listen, go berserk
Brain lurks to pounce onto the ensuing perks
Mornings, terrible with a lot of frustration
Immobile limbs need some rejuvenation
Why me? no answers nor any explanation
Asked not, when lived life to satisfaction
Pop in some pills, cheerfully start my day
Three hours, optimizing it, I try to find a way
The cycle starts to end soon to my dismay
Pop some more when feels am made of clay
Compete each other, my body and my soul
Feels intoxicated like after a peg of alcohol
One thing for sure, someone is playing foul
Confused? Who am I? the body or the soul
Sree....
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