Mind creates the perfect script
The body ruins with a meandering monologue
Nothing rolls as planned
For the body has a mind of its own
Go, I say; Freeze, it screams
No more, I command; Very yummy, it retorts
Forward, I plead; Just chill, it moans
Hurry up, I rush; Pipe down, it mulls
Try harder, I negotiate; Next time, it bellows
Cease, I nudge; Keep monkeying, it convinces
One is constantly fighting the other
Confusing spectacle for me, no chance for others
Not asking them to be best friends
Can they at least move to talking terms?
P.S. Dedicated to all those that suffer with apraxia
