State of Blah

Tick Tick Tick Tick

Motion is slowed.
The mind can't comprehend.
You sit there in state of fatigue
Sleep is not possible,
Work is only a word.
The idea of moving is just too much.
Laziness is an understatement
And to imagine getting up
for anything other than an emergency
would be ludicrous.

The mind is blank,
Sifting through fog.
Like molasses, it is slow.
Ideas turns to slush.
Slush turns to goo.
Goo runs down the walls of the mind
leaving nothing to concentrate on,
except the bit that slides down
into the deep pits of darkness.

Blah.