muster out of bed today,
Could I be unwell?
Could I be running to hide from things too hard to face?
Could it just be laziness, such a disgrace...?
Could it be I’m so tired, that I feel I can’t go on,
wandering and forlorn, so much to think upon?
Could it be mental health maybe, a seeping depression?
It's a mystery to me,
my unknown motives,