You'll make a big mistake

I have a lot to do, but still I do nothing
of importance, what is that word again?
Insides, wet and collapsing, sliding down
the bottomless pit
of lazy Sundays.

Whole days lost, over and over
to empty thoughts,
and strange behavior, nevertheless
learning how to walk again
or was it how to stand up?

Subdued, somewhat

So what if I don't talk as freely
or act as agreeably?
We can rehash the same old jokes,
relive the same old days,
but I can never be

the same old me.