I sit down
I stand up
again, again, again

I go to the window as if
a seer may appear
and tell me to stand or sit

Is it time yet
to take the pills
to sit still and think 
properly, once and for all?

I sit down
my heart like a fizzy can, shook,
bones aching with energy, yet
fatigued beyond reason

Is it time yet
to take the tablets that
make me stand and wander
this floor of paramount grey

I stand up
my legs weaker than

a fought creature
breath quick and shallow
I sit down

I wonder what's happening outside
Inwardly I task myself a moments rest,
put some Mussorgsky on, boil the kettle
turn it off

Is it time yet
to fail to sleep
to wish to fly
attempt a poem
finally finish that story?

Is it time yet
to sit or stand?

I wonder what's happening outside
but I need to sit down or stand up
just for a second.