And even when you personally are struggling to change
It may lie there, with a dazed expression,
expecting you to serve it.
You must be firm sometimes with the soul!
Otherwise it will suspend in its halo of laziness
And you will be stuck like that for a long time.
You want to see the soul shake a leg,
To want to rouse it from the pupa stage
Bang a paper sack beside its ear
And it will make that face it makes
Like, Why don't you just leave me alone.
Say, You belong to me, now get to work.
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