I am weak
Simply because I can't find what I seek
What I seek is not something that's bleak
It takes the form of a solid, bulky and thick
From a selection I was asked to pick
Not to slow to act, always think quick
From the start of the day, till the end of the week
Climbing up a smooth mountain at a bid to reach the peak

Sometimes late at night I start to feel sick
I feel it inside of me as it begins to kick
I was told not to utter a word, don't even speak
But I was dying inside, as my strength began to deplete.

It takes the form of a solid, bulky and thick
The thing I seek might be a little bleak
And because I won't find what i seek
I would always continue to remain weak