Frozen Still

I am scared of what I see,
flab, fat and lethargy.

Reapers standing by the tree,
with Silent Death and Broken Dreams.

The clock is ticking, you should know,
now’s the time if you want to sow.

Me, I’m here, ready to go, sitting on my butt not doing so.

There should have been more lines I feel,
but I’m too lazy to type them here.

 

– 4 new books added to Book List ’13