Inertness

Finding myself in a quandary
About what to do what to do
My senses are inert
They resist actions
Like thinking
Like planning

All that it is left:
A warm bed welcomes my being during the earliest hours of the night,
I want to get an early start on dreams and on nothingness.
Perhaps, in case I don't sleep well, I will have ample time to rest.

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