you have so much you have to sort through what you don't want
possibilities are stacked in spilling-over boxes
each moment an opportunity to move forward
trapped in a mind a body that doesn't want can't won't do
sealed in brick and snowed in at the dead end of a
street in a tiny imitation of urban settlement dishevelment
you need legs even to get the laundry accomplished
how to break out of the disuse overuse injury cycle
mix your targets among the physical virtual geographic
a hungry mind that prefers to eat sleep
a jaded palate that doubts and postpones
a vehicle loathe to cross emotional landmarks
by Donna
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