My body relaxes

In the sofa; becoming passive

Fingers scrolling; tracing up and down

My mind gets lost in the iPhone; without a sound

Time passes and ticks

I didn’t get up or do anything! Only my eyes remain affixed

The door bell rings, I don’t get up; nothing can make me stand

Upright and view others’ needs; instead of my own demand

There are actually other things I could do

Bake, clean, read, write; why can’t I see through

This dull process of Passive; having a body detained

And pulled back by a reeling chain

Losing and fading the desire for Willingness

Dragging myself towards Nothingness