I lie here in motion, how is that possible, I must be lying.
I’m no longer bound by the rules of motion.
The stagnant lotion no longer soothes, a formula is missing from the potion.
Action moves itself,
if you believe that, you believe in a self cooking patty melt.
At what rate will you continue to debate, do you not fully understand what’s at stake?
Procrastinate enough and you’ll don the appearance of an Autumn lawn missing its rake.