do I have a choice,
to put it off, delay
a stay of motion
from the stable of my mind,
free the horses of emotions
to gallop and frolick about
canter from one reason to another
why I don't have to, do it
saddled with duties
armed with excuses,
prefer enjoying pastures,
refuse doing it today,
there is something nagging
this stride, un-true to form
the bit bites and spur spikes
harness itches, reins too lax
the inaction and refusal
without loss of face,
I should undo, gracefully
without my pride undone
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