On my feet,
seeming so fit,
yet so fumbling,
my pace slowing.
I feel crippled.
Once was i so alive,
vibrant did i seem,
mind flashing like light,
ideas cascading like what.!
I desire the rise,
the social raise,
once again be on my feet,
to bring light,
to my sleepy mind.
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