Unstick yourself.
From that which has you,
Stuck Up and glued to a comfort.
Showing each day,
A decaying progressing...
In a process not soon to stop.
Since age old objectives,
Have long been dropped to protect...
The advancing of mold.
Growing under feet and wobbling knees.
Perhaps supported by and in defiance,
Of a reality undeniably too honest.
Or a stubbornness.
Held onto much too long.
Relying upon fresh air to breathe.
From breezes to remember.
Should leave anyone a hint or clue.
What has gone to vaguely remember it,
Does not stay as crisp.
With a sharpness to recall.
Even exaggerations,
Become stale when overdone.
Move!
At least consider predictions.
To listen to them heard.
Choose to grow.
Choose to take risks and chances.
Choose not to be caught stuck up.
In a belief others have left behind.
To abandon to a wilderness.
Knowing to remain in a rut stuck up,
Returned to them no value.
Or benefit to prove in their minds,
The best of times to live them found...
Will always be those times to live,
Unchanged.
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I would like to translate this poem
Those stuck to their seats need to move. Exercsie is good for the mind and flexibility.++10