[Soda_Voxel]

I know this is a really plain and boring poem compared to my other ones. I haven't written a poem in months and I've had awful writer's block. But here's something, I guess. Just another vent.

I can fantasise about a new life all day.
A life filled with adventure,
going outside into the world each day,
seeing and doing things I want,
talking and socialising,
flying high and soaring and reaching new heights.
I plan it, I dream it, I imagine it.
But I don't know if I can bring myself to do it.
Physically and mentally so close,
but with that little hill of motivation to start in the way,
so far out of reach.

i'm sure i'd be okay once i started. but the beginning, the motivating myself to start in the first place, is just so hard. and it stops me from doing all these things i want to do that i know would help. i feel so lazy.