Fight or Flight
or freeze
because I can never seem to break
out
of this constant state of
ease
the rapid death
is coming so soon
and I can't just
bring myself to
move
lazy days and long holidays
trapped in the thick dust of night
forced into another thought
here or there?
the fence is splitting me here
If I sit quiet
and don't move
then maybe nothing worse will happen
/
and I'm here
waiting again
the world doesn't seem to wait