It's probably just That Time in my life The pause before the action The predecessor to creation and life again I want to give it a name Call it something recognizable Give birth to all the base feelings and Desires that push me onward
Inertia is a dreadful thing It's anxiety incarnate
I know that coiled up feeling Waiting to do it It's the absence of conscience It's the whole of consent that Drives me to places I don't want to go
It's the big It Whichever It To which I refer Of thee I sing
