The spirit is willing, as they say,
But the flesh is so heavy
And I grow tired of the repetition
The same endless loop
In circles again and again
Only to end up no further
Than the place I started from
So hesitant to take that first step
For the fear I’ll only fall backwards
Right into this spot I’ve cleared
And occupied so long
Is it better, as some claim,
To keep on trying and failing
I’m not sure I have the will
It would take to figure out
I’m barely standing as it is
Bruised by my ineptitude
As I’ve been repeatedly
Maybe this is meant to be
The hole I can’t escape from
Just let me curl up for a little while
So I can try to find the strength within
To maybe stick my head out just a bit
And see what all the commotion is about