I ponder back to my more active days
I miss the sweat, chalk and grunts
Fighting against a heart that refuses the brunt
And now at a desk, where I sit idly by
I know that I must stand and move again
To create a message to my body, for my brain to send
It's time to find it, that sweet exilerated relief
To drain myself so that I can finally sleep.
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