• Do you know what its like
    to carry a 500 ton boulder
    a drop weight that size follows me everyday
    as I tug it by a string
    the fear creeps up
    I fear a blade will fall
    chipping the rope into severing
    I MUST control
    It's quite the burden
    The cold sweats burn my skin
    As my limbs draw to being feeble
    I burrow my way through this storm
    Rain feel like daggers, pinning in my chest
    Ahead of me lies a dim light smothered by mist
    To my left
    A heart glows
    I stare into it
    I feel happy for a while
    But as the tasks build up
    The heart is hidden by fog a little
    And I look down in sorrow
    What is life?
    Who am I?
    These are just common questions of mine
    So I pull up a stool
    I sit and slouch.....waiting
    and waiting.....
    and thinking....
    for such an answer
    to come to me as I sleep