The spirit is so much willing, But the body’s not cooperating. I try so hard to feel alive; I try appearing to have such drive. I want to always jump up and down To life my spirits from the ground. But I feel tired and beaten inside, The exhaustion’s hard to hide. My head aches; my nose hurts as well. In sickness, I pitifully fell. When will I be healthy again? When will my sickness ever end? My body is…