Periodically I get trapped inside

My mind.

My body knows it should

Stand up,

Should move.

My eyes try to look

Out the window.

I want to go outside and inhale life and

Lay in the sun

But

Then the thought of it all;

Moving myself,

Makes me cry.

Exhausts me.

And all goes silent

In my head.

The connection is lost

And every thought becomes

Slow motion

Until I remain

Motionless

And call it a draw.