Putting one foot in front of the other,
Or crawling on the floor,
The ambulatory mode is not as important
As the progression towards the goal.
Some months I move forward with such ease,
A trained athlete at the peak of his powers.
Other months, I atrophy: a sloth of will and effort,
A will that cannot cope.
A day like today, you ask~Everything
Seems possible~solutions are on the way~
I made a plan~I can beat the blues away~
Inevitably, I trip and fall, and away with it all
I slide, to begin the cycle anew.