Up to task?

It started of as a conversation, ran with it, wrote this.

Upside to me, depending, 

I lack the ability to do anything.

I can imagine a world of splendour and sorrow.

And I still have to get out of bed tomorrow.

The contradiction of the two, on the outside and in, 

Makes me inclined just to live within. 

And then reality returns, and the people they ask,

And I'm left wondering if I'm up to task/

Author's Note

Let me know what you think :)