Sing lullabies
To soothe my soul
Beating hard like that of a poet’s
Reading his first poem
Under the flickering flame of his mind

Sing lullabies
To liberate my spirit
Aging like my worn-out body
Dying its first death
Under the fluttering fear of my heart

Of course I can carry my own weight
And evidently the weight
Of others wonderful
Sedentary minded people...
...friends and relatives

But despite all the
"Passion"
I can muster up..

I cannot carry
The weight of the world!