The fact

When I feel the urge, I act
I don't know if that's a good or bad thing
Because I know that for a fact
Comfort can be deceiving
I lie in my bed and I think
Of all the things I should be
I try to create the link
But I end of falling back asleep

I need to be saved from this trapdoor
Of indecisiveness and lack of action
It makes my entire being sore
I've lost my natural traction
It's crazy and quite sad
That I need an urge to act
At least it's not so bad
That I'm unaware of that fact