I'm out of rhythm
I'm tired of dancing.
Its hard to breathe.
And I got a marathon to run.
Every morning.
My legs are tired.
And I'm aching.
I wish I could let go of the heavy burden.
The load I'm carrying.
But somehow
The boulder talks back to me.
He says I need him to keep my gravity.
Because without him I will fly
So fast to the moon.
I will die from it.