twiddling fingers and staring into space
watching tv, a blank look on the face
humming to yourself as you ponder what to do
pacing back and forth then retying your shoe
kicking around garbage when you're all alone
or chatting about fashion on the telephone
with what does your intellect and body mesh?
are you nothing but functionless flesh?
do you act, yearn, create? does your mind ever sing?
well stop taking up space and do something
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