Category : Poems
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Stagnant, unmoving, and sedentary.
The mind constantly outruns the body.
A disconnect between brain and organs,
A will that falls short of ambitions.
The man in the mirror does not lie,
The truth he shows, I cannot hide.
I stare in disdain at the man in the glass.
Remembering a version from a long time passed.
A solemn glance at bigger gut,
And I know I must get out of this rut.