I haven't moved from my bed
Since the beginning of the end
I guess I should lift myself out
Of the cyclical nature of doubt

I guess I should do some push-ups
Or something, send some follow-up
Emails that don't mean anything
Beyond their calculated greetings

I guess I should fix my posture
So that, in some way, I can procure
A friend, a lover, success, and ensure
That I can stand tall without being so sure

Maybe I should read a book, watch a movie
Discourage my brain from a slow atrophy
I could call up my friends and have a chat
But will this resume when the screen goes black?

Maybe I shouldn't do anything
No, don't think like that, there's a lot to achieve
But is there, really? I mean, really at all?
Because it seems that no matter what
I'm in perpetual free fall