Lethargic

Expended, to the point of exhaustion

Drowsy, near the edge of consciousness

Languid, on the border of liquid

Listless by the boundary of activity

Hopeful with the prospect of rejuvenation

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I'll be the first to admit, my feet don't leap like they should; but they've marched when they could

my feet've paused, on pavement, when they rally against injustice paused at the brink but not one step beyond

they've stood, to shout, and broken rules, no doubt, caused us to wonder and worry at the progress not yet coming about

I wonder, at times, if my feet don't come equipped with my mind

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