There are worlds to conquer and count
But my hands do not agree
There are mountains to surmount
But still I do not see

A way forward, a way ahead
To break this lethargy
Thus beckons my bed
But my eyes do not agree

There is work to be done
Feelings to be expressed, you see
Battles to be fought and won
But these hands do not agree

There’s the moonrise, pale, yellow
Twinkling stars aligned, air so mellow
They all speak of my forthcoming destiny
But these wretched hands do not agree

Manacled, tied, tired and decrepit,
These hands just want to be free
What world is this,won in blood, without peace
These hands have had enough, and now I agree…