With energy and vigour, my days used to begin,
now brain fag and gloom are all I have within.
Laziness is my ruler, for I be his slave,
he continues to suppress my will,
which was once considered a brave.
Him vs my will being a one-sided tie,
with the latter being offhand,
as if it’s just a throw of the die.
I work for him throughout the day,
though I sit idle most of the time,
figuring out my way,
my way out of the water,
which has no ice but an empty tray.