Things That Be Poem by Adam Thoms

I cherish relaxation
But I stray into temptation
Sometimes without much contemplation
Can you say I'm wrong?
Doctor I need your observation
I feel like a speech with no conclusion
These last few lines really got me thinkin'
That maybe I'm wrong

When you feel that my ends meet
Maybe you'd help me to my feet
From floating in space to standing on green
I have a bad case of man not machine.

I've been counting the seconds
I'm holding my breath
I don't have a single finger left
Except to accept
The things that be.