Weak

Tomorrow I will wake up and work out just a half hour, And yet I find myself weak. Today I will limit myself on the sweets I devour, And yet I find myself weak. Now I will get up and actually do something and clean, Yet I find myself weak. I will read today! Instead of stare at a screen, Yet, I am lazy and weak. I will hold my tongue, be less mean and obscene, And yet my soft lips turn to a sharp beak. I sail on, a captain ignoring a leak, Not taking steps to fix the wheel that squeaks. I promise myself hollowly to improve week after week, As I sit at the bottom just wishing for the peak. I can do it, I can make steps, have it be more than what I speak, If only if only…I weren’t so pathetically weak.