That old restless feeling

For all those who can't seem to move on...

There comes again that old restless feeling
I must do something
I must do something Now

Why does my blood run slow
trickling sluggishly
painfully dragging
impregnated with sorrow
it crawls along
My blood runs slow.

There comes again that old restless feeling
I must do something
I must do something Now

Why can't I will myself to move
limbs are weighted
sodden with despair
eyes are swollen
with tears unshed
I can't will myself to move.

There comes again that old restless feeling
I must do something
I must do something Now

Why won't my spirit rise
brain is screaming
screeching and keening
air is too thick and heavy
smothered in its suffocating embrace
My spirit won't rise.

There comes again that old restless feeling
I must do something
I must do something Now

Now.

but can I?