Inertia

Inertia makes a monster of my Self I'm insatiable for making a Progress. Move, don't just tell yourself You will. Set the rules, then transgress. The rebel inside of you deserves Respect. You're what you eat, don't Lick Your wounds, turn up the heat By a caress. Love the self-contained Monster you possess. Let it off its leash and you'll feel How it surges in your breast. It's no place for old men There is no case without offence Commitment without intense Embrace Is a senile pretence. To feign Amusement shows lack of respect For your own self. Be a rebel, even an iron fist in a velvet Glove is more wanted Than just a silly old brat. Awareness of the Inertia makes a monster of my Self If it didn't I would be suffocating In a senile caress of my soul's Protest. Life transmutes the mind into A monster who fights against mind's Recess.