When I wait
I weigh a lot
Burden of butte

If I stand
I feel like sitting
As if I cannot carry
My trunk and the head

If i sit
I feel like walking
If I walk
I need to stop

No action can be constant
Nothing stationary

I wander in
I fear, I shiver
I lose myself

My heart beats in my ears
My inhalation is a
Constant bother

Drool to suddenly shake
Eyes wide open
To distract from
Boredom, restlessness

I would love to
Lift the veil of
To unburden myself
Lighten my darkroom
Of anxieties

Want to vault from Wait
Flaunt my flight


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