Expression

"you're withering away" a part of me whispers 
as i lay back into bed for the countless time today. 

"it's Sunday, it was Saturday, why didn't i work out?"
why do i choose to not choose to do anything but
lay on my couch, sideways in bed, hunched over in my chair
scrolling, smoking, eating, watching tv or reading

Horizontal.

"that should be the title of our life it seems"
and i somewhat agree because its been years
since i travelled and hiked and led by curiosity
no matter the inconvenience or obstacle

i know it can't keep going like this,
studies show that our legs wither first
and that's followed by a life of pain and restriction
and it feels like im heading straight toward it

and i can stop it, but will i choose to?