Sloth
I’ve no vigor anymore
No juice left in me
I’m always prone, bed or floor
I’m in no hurry
And when the time has come for decisions to be made
I hesitate and hide
And sweep those thoughts aside
Keep them inside me
To never become actions
Temporary strives are right for keeping minimal pride
The sloth has got me
To amount to nothing
Is a step towards demise
Build the walls up around me
I aim to keep out the outside
Lazy loses
Anxious am I
The beggar chooses
Not to decide
