Sluggish

I know what I must do

I know what must happen

I know what’s at stake

I know what we’ll lose

But what difference does it make?

Knowing all this much

Like the sage on the mountain

I just sit in a place

And do nothing

And hope everything will turn out ok

Knowing it won’t.

I try to convince myself

That I’m waiting for the right moment.

But I know that’s not it.

I’m just too complacent

To do what it takes.

I’m just too scared

Of what it’ll mean for me.

Like the turtle on the mountain

Hiding under my shell

I wait for the world to end

And hope my eyes will close before then.