The Master of Self

I am one who makes laziness my master.
Let it dominate and be in control.
Body, brain, senses, soul, swim in it and in the vastness of that power.
A hint of leaks, even I know.
There will be no end and no stop if I do not drown myself.
Letting the soul and body die, forming a new one.
The leak, until now I only know about it.
Stop, it doesn't work.
Now self is like a slave who loves his master.
Tortured by finger pointing, sliced by sinister eyes, pierced by thousands of words, "LAZY!!!"
The other members are the same age.
Swayed by hope and again the many words, "I HOPE!!!"
From the person who raised me.
It doesn't wake me up to take action.
This slave, does not want to be free even though she knows it will be bad.
Will this change someday.