Trudging

My head says get up

Stop being a bum

You have stuff to do

Things to get done

My body says no

It’s tired and needs rest

Though it’s already been lying in bed

For hours.

Head says "I know you’re tired

But the show must go on

Keep pursuing your goals

You must hold on."

Body says "No

Fuck the show

I’ve worked on and on

When does it stop?"

"I don’t know," the head says

There’s a pause in that thought

"We’ve been working for so long

But we haven’t reached the end of song."

"What’s the point then?",

Asks the body

"We work so much

We don’t even have time for hobbies.

No reading

No puzzles

No minecraft

We haven’t worked out in so long

Our legs grow tired 

With every new dawn

Every day new things to do

For a paper we’ll use

To verify ourselves

And our skills

Which we drill

Into our skulls every day.

-- BlackFox