I was lazy yesterday
Could not push my thoughts away
I shirked my duties as a man
Not able to do anything but lay under a fan
My heart aches and my anger rages
Unable to lock my emotions in their cages
Today is new, and I am here
Though I would love to ignore this fear
I need help, but where can I turn?
Sometimes you must allow feelings to burn

I’m not sure when I wrote Lazy or what the context of its writing was. The emotions are obvious, but they don’t offer any clues as to what I was going through at the time. Lazy is an ode to how I often feel when I am tired and feeling down. I’m unable to do anything but feel bad about myself and sit on the couch. So maybe that’s enough context?