WORKOUT
Restraint the only exercise I get
In these four walls surrounding me
Containing and constraining me
Me and my earthly possessions
The contents of a dying living room
Very soon to be repossessed
By the ghosts of tenses past
Who pass the tension of present day
To days yet to come when future plans
That make a man’s journey through life
Nothing (but strife) to write home about
I doubt it’s even worth the effort
It takes to make sense of it all
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