Motivation where art thou
here I sit-like a fat cow
my body works
although it jerks
my mind is a little behind
each morning I ask where am me
this old person am I she
I don't want to wake
another day to take
how many years
watching humanities tears
unable to see, hear or be
will I be forced here to stay
feeling despair the more each day
what I was and did be
the less anyone can see
no one remembers not even me
better asleep than to see
the break down of he and she