To touch the desk

What Do you Do when
There is Nothing you Can do
And yet There is enough energy in you
To move mountains

Do something you must
Or you Will go crazy

So Maybe you say to yourself
I wIll touch every inch of This desk
Every corner, every cervice
That eludes normal Human fingers
Must be touched

And This is all arbitrary
U may want to touch the desk
And someone else may
Want to draw Everything With scales
And make Sure everything
Measures correctly
Some other people, sadly
Eat and eat and all they do is eat

There is No reason why
You choose one thing
And someone else
Chooses another
Maybe it's all about
What you have around you

Or Maybe It's about
How intensely you feel
How intensely you want to control
When you See that
Nothing in the world
Is in your control
Nothing you Do
Makes any difference
And all you have is
Yourself, your body

Since Nothing else
Responds to you
You turn to the One thing
That is in your control
Do things
Be hurt

Tell yourself
It must be done

Or else

There is No or else

It must be done

The desk must be touched
In all its corners and crevices