It's in the quiet moments that we dwell Kneeling from the weight of countless burdens Imagining atlas as he stood proud after shrugging Thinking and gathering the courage necessary To do what is required regardless of the strain We heave in determined concentration At first making no discernible impact until... Progress and a shift in consciousness as peace Begins to peak over a distant horizon Silhouetting our boulders in stark contrast To the warmth and radiance of contentment And with one final push we shrug our burdens Catching them in waiting opened hands For we realized through the trials of atlas That his mistake was dropping his weight Instead of accepting responsibility for his actions
It's okay to shrug so long as we keep in mind that some weight can only be lifted by us